Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

i was reading today..

E.H. Gombrich The Story of Art


High School
Textbook used for Art History class 1991

'What upset the public about Expressionist art was, perhaps, not so much the fact that nature had been distorted as that the result led away from beauty.  That the caricaturist may show up the ugliness of man was granted -- it was his job.  But that men who claimed to be serious artists should forget that if they must change the appearance of things they should idealize them rather than make them ugly was strongly resented.  But Munch might have retorted that a shout of anguish is not beautiful, and that it would be insincere to look only at the pleasing side of life.  For the Expressionists felt so strongly about human suffering, poverty, violence, and passion, that they were inclined to think that the insistence on harmony and beauty in art was only born out of the refusal to be honest...... The question whether we should call such work ugly or beautiful is as irrelevant here as it was in the case of Rembrandt, of Grunewald, or of those 'primitive' works which the Expressionists most admired.'


just found it.. interesting
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