Saturday, June 26, 2010

Art, kids, and a friend
I volunteer for a gallery at my town, which is actually quite the tourist town (I don't live in-town). There is a few art festivals here and it's quite nice. I got to help little kids make Jackson Pollock-like paintings (Expressionist, a.k.a the splatter painter). It's so fun to see kids having fun; I don't mind kids, as long as they're not mine, hahaha.

I don't plan on having children for many reasons, I might divulge into these things later when I feel comfortable talking about them on the internet. I still feel like I can't let my true self out and express emotion online, it's even harder in real life. Art really helps me with that.

I felt it was important that the kids could do that, liberate themselves however they wanted with the paint. Many parents would never let their kids do it at home, for it'd get all over their clothing and nice furniture and all sort of material things that don't matter in the end. They could paint however they wanted to; too many people tell others what is the right way to do things. Paint with your brush this way, do what I say, follow me.

It happens with politics and culture and many other things, any thought or idea or person that doesn't conform to the norm of society, or has a streak of eccentricity is condemned as crazy. I believe there are a few people in mental institutions that aren't crazy at all, just have different perspective than others. I'm not talking about the people who are medically proven to be schizophrenic, I mean people who see the world a different way that are highly intelligent are often stuck in these institutions. It's quite sad.

The kids often didn't know what to do with the brush, they only did what they were taught, and when there are no outlines to color in, they are lost. I enjoyed encouraging them to do what they wanted with the brush, and they did what they wanted, not how they were told. I hope that when they grow up they don't become tainted and cynical by the sick world we're living in, that they can think for themselves and express what they feel. I for a long time was not allowed to do that. I had a horrible temper that I still try to correct to this day, I can't trust easily, I'm a little more misanthropic than what's healthy.

Anyways, it was enlightening to see them create art, and hopefully they will continue to do that. I haven't had a rant in a while like that, a little bit more emotional and philosophical rather than the logical approach; it's harder to write what I want to say, I'm not good communicating my thoughts clearly, hahaha.

I just got thinking about a friend that I haven't heard of in a long time. I've called her twice and she won't answer. I know that she's okay somewhere but damn, she worries me a lot, hahaha. She lives in West Virginia, we actually met online, and she's the only long-distance friend that I have. It's surprising how close of a friendship we have even if we haven't met face-to-face yet. I can talk to her about things that I don't even confide with my friends in real life. Maybe it's because I've known them for so long...

I really want to see her. Her mom is crazy though, I really hope she's doing fine.
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