What an eventful week. Going back to work after Eid break. Started teaching a portfolio development class with Ryan. Finally had a Skype chat with Mayed which i blew by crying in front of him and showing him how bad i miss him. Yeah. An eventful week. And a lonely journey.
Good night, universe.
Oh, and Mayed, congratulations on the new bike. I am jealous! <3
“And the twelfth. The twelfth was the man who restrained Abel and Genoa. Why do men like names. They like names because they like calling. A calling is something to follow. We no longer represent absence. I call you. Hullo are you there. I have not been as intelligent yet as I was yesterday.”—Gertrude Stein - An Instant Answer
How do I know what i’m feeling right now is sadness? How do you know it’s sadness? How do we know it’s not depression or anger? How do we know what we know?
My advisor asked us once about the paradox of the sad painting and the viewer: Where is this sadness coming from? Is it in the painting (colors, subject..), the painter, or the viewer? Is it sadness or is it something completely different and/or new?