I'm an artiste.
The proof is in this week’s belated pudding: not one, but two! Well, more like one of each. Two puddings. Let me explain!!!
antiART: Out of Season.
Stereotypical: Raggedy Anne.
Actions speak louder than words.
EDIT: Well it might be informative if I said a little something about each item, so… this week’s antiART is a tree outside of my living space that seems to be trapped between Fall and Winter, in spite of the presence of snow. The Stereotypical song is a little ditty I started practically the day I arrived at school last semester; at midnight. It’s written in the spirit of some daft woman living near the docks, mourning for her lost sailor husband. Some turn-of-the-century pap. It’s a bit of a landmark because it marks the first time I’ve used real instrument – in this instance a melodica. The tune’s a bit experimental but kind of dark/fun nonetheless. How I can possibly reconcile that is a mystery even to me.