@forkliftemma Jury is still out on if it is specifically oil painters or all artists being pretentious, speaking as an artist that has strong opinions on blue words and brown words
I don't love the term "deconstruction." My faith has been growing and evolving and expanding and becoming what it is today for literally decades. It doesn't feel like I tore it down. It feels like I grew beyond it.
Around this time 7 years ago I was beginning the process of attempting suicide. Little did I know I would wake up. Today, I got a haircut, watched a movie with my dad, and had dinner with a friend. A simple day, but a day that wouldn’t of happened if I would of been successful.
We spend 50% more hours in school than Finland. They get 15 mins of recess every hour. They have NO standardized tests except for PISA in HS and they outperform us every time. When we can’t give students more recess, physical activity & Arts then we don’t understand education.
For the first time in my life, I find myself afraid of death. My own death. Others dying. And while it’s crippling, I know that shows progress in my recovery. I used to be looking forward to death, striving for it at every chance I could get. But for the first time, I’m afraid.
I’ve reached the point of nannying where I interpretive dance/badly sing along to the music my nieces baby swing makes. The 7 year old thinks I’m crazy. The newborn fell asleep to it.
Anyone else just need something good to happen? Doesn’t have to be big good, just something that makes you feel better for a minute, you know? A nudge from the universe that says “I know you’re trying, I’m trying too. It’ll get better. I see you.”