In conjunction with my own self-declared arts day ( I got bored and tired of cracking my left brain trying to solve equations for abstract maths all day), I went to see Picasso at the national gallery.
Although I find it quite useless trying to put today in words - its always impossible for me to put notes, melodies, arts, and rhythm in literal terms, I'm trying to do this still because I think it's days like that that are worth being a memory. and it's worth noting the good days in hard times, they help us see the good things in life and move along.
Its unexplainable how artists put life into their work, and it didn't take me till today to realise that. On bad frustrating days, from young I've always tended to either splatter paint on a canvas (and then completely FAILING), bang on the piano, drums guitar, or even blast some music and dance the horrible feeling away, it somehow makes me feel so much better. I don't really know how I've turned out to be the blacksheep in the family thats slightly more musically and artistically inclined than the rest - I guess doing a social science for my degree instead of hardcore chemistry pretty much says it all.
Its bizarre though, how you can look at the work of an artist like Picasso, and the more you stare it the more you see, and at one particular painting it sent chills up my spine. From his art you could see the history of life and how his thoughts and vision evolved. It's pretty damn amazing. Same goes to music, the transitions to one period to another and how it reflects a someone's personality.
Am currently listening to a string quartet called ZHLstrings which i stumbled across (and I meant listened to for a good whole 40 minutes) at covent garden doing a street performance. The lead violinist having knelt in front of me while playing a tango song hypnotised me into buying their CD for 10pounds, but trust me, it was worth every penny. And I was thinking, if I could afford to spend 10pounds on eyelashes why not to keep a bunch of professionals who decided to make their music public and free, a wonderful string quartet going? Especially since they play all my favourite classics!
As you all know, my camera got stolen hence I only can take pictures off the internet now haha. facebook for once proves to be faithful, reliable and useful :p
Anyway back to music, I think I'm definitely going to make an effort to keep my piano playing going and also making trips to philharmornic theatres/covent garden.
Having said that, after all the art & music I could possibly fit in one day I went to try out the LSE beginner's hiphop class (since my doctor said I could start doing some stretching and dancing as long as I dont overstrain my leg again). An hours long of dancing soon became 3. I decided to stay for the advanced as well, found that both of them were thoroughly enjoying. Beginners being (since we were too damn good) doing simple moves with so much energy and percision whereas advanced class just blatantly making a joke out of struggling to keep up. It was good fun.
Now that Tim's not around, I'm enriching my life in alot of ways that I could have been (with or without him). But I feel like as long as I focus my energy on my other passions I will feel less lost, confused and borken. It gives me more of a direction rather than just being a distraction. At the end of the day I still feel torn apart.
Also, I'm going to Florida with Freya come Easter holidays, something I'm REALLY excited about!!! :D Sun, Sea, Beach and Bikinis! Here I come america (as I do almost annually).
But first, let me get that econs problem set (yet another one!) sorted :) and all that maths that I have to catch up with having missing out almost 2 weeks of school!
Lin crashed
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