tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343972877421351148.post488776009060824512..comments2024-03-27T13:44:41.880-07:00Comments on DRAWING AT DUKE: Thoughts on drawingClydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08926136837922396223noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343972877421351148.post-36225255840766732162015-01-08T17:05:28.871-08:002015-01-08T17:05:28.871-08:00Hi, this is this exact definition of random--I don...Hi, this is this exact definition of random--I don't know who you are except that you may 'draw at Duke’ (University, I presume), but your analysis of Schiele's art and technique is well done, and I couldn't agree more on his use of line and perspective as means to his end of exploring life's frail, ephemeral qualities. <br /><br />So, to skip a (slight) beat on the subject, I'm exploring myself more and more deeply of myself--sometimes catching a True glimpse of the (without a lack of a better, more unique saying), as Hegel explored in his book titled so, 'The Phenomenology of [my] the Spirit' (if you haven't read it, or at least know of it or know why it was written (i.e. who cares (one may ask))? <br /><br />And so, getting back to my 'who cares?' reason for writing this post, in exploring myself and unexpectedly stumbling on Schiele again (I should admit, I was originally viscerally averted from his work, because of the outward portrayal of his popularized works of unnecessary, primitive and crude use of sexuality's qualities), I'm finding, through my use—or sometimes just plain being an observer and not necessarily creating something material—of perspective and line in my own, art and life are exposing to me a kind of understanding (especially my lack thereof lol) about Truth in existence--not some fact regurgitated or etc. concerning life, but rather something like a moment/experience in life could be seemingly trivial to one, yet the defining moment/realization/‘Eureka!’/moment of another's life at the same time! It always comes in an intense ephemeral way, like a wind that kisses your cheek or like when you see that most beautifully colored sunset over a sea. And it’s that ephermal quality about it, at least to me, that makes it so important to me, that I ruminate on it very carefully for hours and maybe days, months at a time—that moment of such intense inspiration that it’s damned nearly an obsession. I hope we all reach a constant state of that kind of Truth one day, I hope before we may be unable to appreciate it. Btw, I’m reading a lot of Kerouc (especially ‘The Dharma Bums’ and ‘Big Sur’ and the likes), even though I was also drawn off about him, because I pinned him as simply a materialist, hedonist, and someone that’s more about exploring the sensuousness of life, ignoring the more deep qualities of why we are, what is Truth, and where can I find it….<br /><br />—akAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13105052777939363882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343972877421351148.post-66335777972143204362015-01-08T17:04:05.094-08:002015-01-08T17:04:05.094-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13105052777939363882noreply@blogger.com