Tagged: appreciation

A blind date with an album

The world ought to rid itself of people whose job it is to design book covers and album covers. Instead, we ought to go about purchasing nameless, coverless books and music albums with simple prescriptions, not descriptions (i.e. “biography of an empowering woman” or “rainy day 11 PM music”). We should rely on librarians and record store employees to make wise decisions when we say, “surprise me.” We should embrace this form of “blind date.” Imagine leaving a record store (who even buys records these days anymore? Respect to you if you do) with a record, no name, no label. Or a book, with a blank cover. Instead of allowing some sort of arbitrary judgment to dictate your opinion, let the music or literature speak for itself.

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I May Not Respect You, But I Respect Your Work

Depending on how it is portrayed and explained, a child’s amateur collage could be transformed into a work of art that is complex, deep, and enigmatic. If you step back and simply look at it, it’s a piece of construction paper with paper triangles and circles sloppily glued on, and it might be your personal opinion that it’s a disgrace to call such a project a piece of art, a masterpiece even.

But to some, the carelessly assembled work might represent the ephemeral nature of childhood, the standard sky blue color of the background might express the utility and potential of such a common color, and the lone star shape in the corner could represent the North Star that guided the escaped slaves. But that’s just me.

When you try to interpret Picasso’s Guernica, it’s probably easy to infer what scene he’s trying to depict, given that you are familiar with his background. It’s showing the personal horror and trauma that arose from the German and Italian bombing of his Spanish town. You might know from common knowledge or shallow research that the Spanish government paid Picasso to create this mural for the World Fair that took place in Paris.

However, a more prevalent trend has been lurking in the most recent years. Especially as abstract art becomes more common and there are less distinguishing factors that allow you to identify what an artist is trying to convey, the artists are becoming increasingly reliant on art fanatics’ creativity, imagination and personal interpretation skills to properly appreciate their art. Research will only get you so far, and personal analysis will bring you the rest of the way.

Thus, what people do with their money is their own business. For some reason I’ve never been able to awaken a very strong interest or passion in visual art as most other people, as it doesn’t affect me emotionally, at all. But I do know that there are people that exist that base their careers on their appreciation for art. Some people are willing to spend millions on something that looks like 3rd-grade me could have created, and for what reason exactly? Personal appreciation is a phenomenon that I doubt I will ever understand.

But as is my opinion with music, so too shall this apply to art: you don’t need to agree with someone’s lifestyle to appreciate their work. Stop hating on Chris Brown’s music. We’re not downloading his albums to listen to him talk about his ethics and morals; it might just be that I really like the loud bass to one of his songs, in which case if I decide to download a Chris Brown song, no one should judge me because I’m obviously not going to take life lessons from him.

As is the case with someone like Justin Bieber. His “beliebers” firmly believe that he is flawless, but I personally find many character flaws that I don’t want to go into detail about because I might just spend five paragraphs on it (if you really want me to, comment below and I’m happy to write a separate post about it) >:D

In my opinion Justin Bieber is overrated as a person but I really do believe (though I will reluctantly admit) that he has raw talent as a singer. Thus, I don’t feel guilty downloading his music.

As it pertains to art, I believe it’s totally to appreciate (and heck, if you have/are willing to spend money) and purchase someone’s art simply for aesthetic reasons. As long as you are comfortable with your financial decision, you should feel free to do whatever you want. You have nothing to prove to anyone…

Not only that, but it’s also acceptable to enjoy someone’s work for different reasons. While we have professional art analyzers that may or may not be right about the meaning behind someone’s art, isn’t the point of this whole experience for the artist (and indirectly, the viewer) to explore the work and their own creativity? Thus, you can probably interpret a song or a painting or a sculpture differently than everyone else seems to, and that justifies your appreciation/purchase. If you find something profound in art, there’s nothing that should hold you back from expressing your admiration of it.

– Daily Prompt

Waffle House on Christmas Day

waffle houseWaffle House is open 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. At Waffle House, the cooks greet you as you walk in the door. They force you to pay at the register so you have to make small talk with the cashier. If you sit in one of those chairs at the counter, you can watch all the action. The waitresses yell out orders in a special language, and you can see all the action. The bacon is made to order; the egg basket sits above everyone’s heads. No matter where you go, anywhere in the country, all the tables look virtually the same. Napkin dispenser, ketchup and mustard, and menus tucked away on the side. Waffle House’s menu has remained virtually the same for as long as I can remember.

In my opinion, they aren’t even famous for their waffles, which taste delicious anyways. They outshine a lot of other restaurants for their hashbrowns: diced, capped, smothered, and chunked. The potatoes are always cooked perfectly and when you are handed a steaming plate of delicious comfort food, you just feel mentally satisfied for the rest of the day.

Now, perhaps the toast can be overly greasy. Perhaps the seats are sticky with artificial maple syrup and perhaps the hot chocolate comes from an envelope like lots of people make in single servings in their own household, but I can easily overlook all of that.

I just really like Waffle House. I don’t visit that often, but when I do, I always leave feeling content yet slightly nauseous.

When you walk in, all the waiters and cooks greet you and ask how you’re doing, whether you’re a regular or a newcomer. When you walk out, they holler in a loving way for you to have a good rest of the day.

If I’ve got some change on me, I’ll definitely play a classic on the jukebox.

Once, I visited while in Kentucky for a debate tournament.

I would be just a little bit excited after SAT class because a Waffle House existed next door. I definitely went there after class on many an occasion.

There are two Waffle Houses near my house, and I have the pleasure of choosing which one I feel like eating at.

At noon on Christmas Day, my family was sitting in Waffle House. We had just finished opening presents. We were still sleepy and our clothes were somewhat rumpled but we enjoyed the meal none-the-less. This is what I was doing at noon today.

Inspiration from here. 

Guest Post: The End of the World?

Do you know with ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CERTAINTY that when you go to sleep, you will wake up tomorrow morning? Photo from here.

Do you know with ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CERTAINTY that when you go to sleep, you will wake up tomorrow morning? Photo from here.

So I wrote about love some time back, and it seems like that entry got some favorable reviews. Unfortunately  to only write about love on Never Stationary would make me a seriously restricted writer. Whether that last post was profound or not, I’m only 16. I can only do so much philosophizing on top of junior year.

So here’s another one. But if you want me to write anything to follow up The Answer, let me know through Catherine.

December 21, 2012. The fated day, the final stand, the hour of reckoning. Whether your theory comes from silly Mayan artifacts or even sillier Hollywood movies, I say that this whole thing is, as Joe Biden said once, “a bunch of malarkey”. I’m pretty sure I misspelled malarkey.

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