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What is art?

There is no universal consensus of what ‘art’ is. There are several works where its validity as an artwork has been called into question. One of them is Duchamp’s Fountain. And I have just been trying to argue that it is not, in fact, art. Mostly I’m arguing that because I don’t want it to be art. I think the argument I came up with was reasonable, though maybe a little simplistic. I suppose it would have to be, since I only have 2-3 pages double spaced. That was a hard argument to come up with, by the way. I’m dodging fallacies everywhere.

I stake so much on these writing assignments. Well, the grade stakes a lot on these assignments. I get so worried that the basic premise of my essay is faulty. If it is, everything crumbles.

So… that’s why these writing assignments have me a little stressed. A little bit. I can’t decide whether they ought to stress me more, or if I’m already overreacting. I mean, these assignments are important- writing is 80% of the grade. And I should be concerned with my grades and with school. However, I’m already doing the best I can, and I don’t think stressing more will help me do any better.

What I could really do with is more time. We aren’t given a lot of time between the time we go over the reading material that precursors the assignment and the actual assignment. And it’s not like we get to turn in a rough draft, either. But we can submit a rewrite. In the case of this position paper, the rewrite will be a third of the final score for that paper.

This is going to be difficult. Especially since very few people have a good idea of what art is and isn’t anyway. I hope people don’t mistake the Humanities for a soft major, there is a lot of critical thinking involved in something like this.

Words

Who knew words were so difficult to work with right? I’m pretty good at writing… spontaneously. Free writing. It’s so easy. Just allow the thoughts to flow into words. But writing papers for Humanities classes is so much harder. Even if you have good content, the style can trip you- passive voice and weak verbs and all that good stuff. I don’t think I would mind nearly so much about those details if it weren’t for the page minimum.

I’m rewriting my art analysis. It was really hard to get a lot of content for my essay, because the artist we looked at had a very simple style. It was hard to pick at the details, because he didn’t include a lot of detail. After I picked apart line, color, scale, form, and style as best I could, I still needed more to make the four page minimum. The only thing I could think up to do was fluff up the words. Which is not good writing. I could probably write a better paper if I disregarded the page minimum. But I can’t stand to do that. I very much like to do things right, and that includes getting the page minimum. Now we’re editing, and I’m trying to take the fluff out of the words while keeping the page length. It’s not fun.

This is why I admire people who are so good with words, like Shakespeare and poets. I like the way comedians play with words. Or those famous quotes; the ones where people say a lot in few words. This again is Shakespeare: “How well he’s read, to reason against reading!” or “I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.”

I wonder if coming up with those things were painstaking. It’s painstaking for me to chose exactly the way I will word things in papers and such. Journaling is easy. I have often wondered of ‘journalling’ would be considered a talent. It wouldn’t seem so to me, since it is rather easy for me. But some people say they aren’t really good at journaling, so maybe it is. But I can’t believe that being able to free-write is nearly so great a talent as what it takes to write a good paper for a Humanities class.

Oh the Humanities!

I think I have my resume ready for my Humanities class. I surprised myself with how much I was able to put on. Mostly because of the community work I’ve done thanks to Mom. Particularly as a Kidspace Assistant Director. It even sounds fancy, and it’s great experience for the career I was aiming for, Recreation Worker. Not that that’s what I’m planning on getting into when I grow up, but it did sound the most interesting of the results I got from the assessments

Humanities class should be interesting today, because we’ll be in the Spori Art Gallery- looking at portraits. I don’t consider portraits among my favorite types of paintings, but they might be cool. After all, sill-life paintings aren’t my favorite either, but I went to a Russian Impressionism exhibit once, and those had beautiful still-life paintings. Who knew fruit could look so beautiful, right?

And next week I have to do a group presentation on Supernatural and Horror young adult literature. I have no idea how this is going to turn out, but I’m just hoping we do well.

In the meantime I’ve determined that Huck Finn is really more of a boy’s book. I mean, that should have been obvious, but it’s so long that it becomes all the more obvious. Not that it’s a bad book, mind. But I think that after this I’m going to want to read a book with some romance in it.

Except of course there’s that whole thing where I need to find a Supernatural or Horror book so that I can do a book talk for that group presentation. Oh boy, won’t that be fun!

 

 

I’ve been thinking lately about some of my recent creative accomplishments. I like to think that I’m creative. Not to say I’ve had many big creative accomplishments, like writing a book or doing prize-winning paintings or anything, but little creative things.

For instance, I’ve described my Fates to you. One of them is in charge of wind. Now, you may not think of wind having a big role in the destinies of men, but there are some ways she has her effect. Largely her effect is on seafarers (in a world where ships sail by the wind). She also has a fair bit of sway when it comes to the weather. One’s fate may certainly be changed by a tornado or hurricane. Anyway, back to the winds of Fate (her name is Wisp). There exists in this world wind-children. Wisp’s mortal descendants. One day when I was thinking of them, I imagined a change in an old nursery rhyme. “Rock-a-bye baby in the treetops, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. Mother will catch you, whenever you fall. I embrace the world but you are my all.” So it becomes a lullaby Wisp sings to her children.

And then another of my creative accomplishments was creating a little tune to go with Robert Frost’s poem “Nature’s First Green is Gold.” This I consider to be a fairly good accomplishment, because I have few accomplishments in the realm of music. I’m not the sort of person who generally comes up with tunes. But I did. HAHAH!

It’s fun to think of these things. There may be hope of me doing many creative things yet.

 

I wish I felt like doing homework.