few thoughts 102708

1. daylight savings time is over, I gained one hour but lost an hour of sunshine...eh...
2. take it easy, David, take it easy...
3. so this weekend was little bit chilled weekend, went to the museum by the Colosseum to see the greatest of all time, Pablo f'in Picasso. It was a breath-taking, no, sucks-all-the-air-out-of-my-atmosphere type of experience. For last couple days, I've been seeing Basquiat, Caravaggio, Picasso and plan to see Bruno Munari and Bill Viola, this is quite an artistic ride that I'm having right now...it's great. So going back to Picasso's exhibition, it was insane to look at some of the paintings that I only saw them from art history books especially, I got to see his 'Studio' piece, which really made my day. One of more interesting works in that exhibition, to me, was his letters to his dearest friend and colleague, Jean Cocteau. Picasso often beautifully sketches his letter paper and rights a simple letter to Jean and that really was an inspiring moment because of what I wanted to do personally with my card making project. everyday is just tad bit more refreshing than the day before in here. 
4. on the other hand, some people just don't know what the 'etiquette' means. WTF. 
5. sometimes, i feel as though i am not right for this...i do everything that i can to show what i am capable of but i don't 1000 different names of 'artists', instead, i remember names of rappers and basketball players. i don't read all the 'must-read' books that is supposed to enlighten you, i read classics and fashion magazines. i have my favorites but i don't follow 'art scenes'. i don't worship Damian Hirst, instead, i worship Jay-Z. i watch music videos that keep on playing over and over then watch sportscenter. that's what i do. i can't name you 1000 different artists, lecture you about different theories and philosophies because all i can say is either, 'me likey' or 'that's wack'...that's all i can do. i can't sit back with my hand resting under my chin and tell you what the lines supposed to mean and what the colors supposed to say. honestly, i like the half of the stuff i've seen in the museum then other half i've seen was straight trash no matter how big they are, small they are or whatever. i never grew up with any art around me, instead, i had parents who bust their asses to put a food on a table by working before the sun comes up and come back home when moon is shining. i don't party, i don't do drugs, i don't smoke, i don't even drink, i don't quote things from every damn book i read or movies i've saw; i only vaguely remember them and use them as my thin inspirations,  i only dance every now and then even though i can dance better than half of you dudes. i read poems, write rhymes, run couple miles at least 4 days a week, take random pictures of street, make cards, write letters, read fashion magazine, i enjoy top 40 hits and trashy rap music that you keep saying it's c away from being crap, highly into name brands, i like flowers and plants, i collect baseball caps and sneakers, profusely drink coffees and energy drinks, and last but not at least, i can't bullshit at all. I'm sorry but I'm just trying to be the most honest and sincere dude to ever put this thing on the paper. that's all i'm trying to do. 
6. somebody thought i was Republican...not that i'm angry about it (i thought it was quite amusing actually) but i talk in lingo, listen to rap music and wrote a petition for Mumia Abu Jamal way back when...i don't think even those senile elephants wants a vote from a rice-o-roni. besides, my style is way too nice for those fashion famines, for real. Barack is that son with some swagger, yo. 
7. Thank you, T and your Bermuda triangle...you made my time in here that much better...your works always brings me down to the happiest tears. looking at your works under the starry Roman night was the most comforting moment I've had so far. thank you so much, T, you've been my greatest hero since I was 9.  
8. Romania is a great country, that's all I gotta say.