понедельник, 26 декабря 2011 г.

questions without common answers

What is Art?
   -Why?
For what is phychology needed?
For what is philosophy needed?


Someone can be lucky to find the answers, but they'll be individual. "School", "trend" and so one - bullshit in this case.

пятница, 16 декабря 2011 г.

sounds of speeches.

Today was the exam - history, in French. Well, i wrote 4,5 pages (by hand) - about 3 pages if typing, i guess. Afraid to think of a note... Hope, not the worst i could have got.


Languages, languages... Such a joy when you can think in it. And English is really nice if to speak about how it sounds. And articulation when pronouncing. You know, in Russian you can speak almost without opening a mouth. And so many sounds like "sch", "sh", "c", "ch" etc. It's been a while that i've heard the beauty in my language: listen the group called Мельница (Melnitsa = The Mill (windmill?):


French is not soft and gentle. No, but it' beautiful too. But in the other way as most of the people thinks. 
And Dutch? Oh, it's so cool! It's not sharp! Strong, roaring, yes, but not sharp and harsh.

понедельник, 12 декабря 2011 г.

studing

It's gonna be a long long night.
Droit administratif, arrêts GAJA (Les Grands arrêts de la jurisprudence administrative) etc.


And Beyond the Easel if i'll be able...


UPD: no, i was done after the first one :(

воскресенье, 11 декабря 2011 г.

wondering

Hey, stranger, why are you here?
What do you expect?
What would you like to know?


Hm. I've thought of the countries i've visited, why not to make a list.

среда, 7 декабря 2011 г.

addicted

1752 pages of english-written text for 5,5 days. With studing other things all along parallelly. Wow, that could be named an addiction, i guess.
Finally, i got over it. It's been such a joy, but i have to do something fot my course paper and french exams...
Don't ask me, which books, it's a serie af books and i'm embarrassed to name it. Because i really enjoyed it, such a shame.

вторник, 6 декабря 2011 г.

exhibitions. pitiless exhibitions.

First Glazunov (painter), now Simun (scuptor).
Why?! Seems like someone's trying he's best to show the publiс what an art shall not be like. BUT: this precious publiс has no way to distinguish bad things from good ones!! So, the public believes. Pity.
 
I. Glazunow. Ugh!
K. Simun. Ugh... 
But his monument "The Broken sircle" in the beginning of The Road of Life (wiki) is good, truly soviet.

That's not an ART! Not mastery + mistery at all. I mean, not a painting at least... (it's hard to speak of the modern sculpture / installations in this way)
Ugh, ugh, ugh...

суббота, 3 декабря 2011 г.

infused

Почему мне так хорошо? Просто счастлива, и всё. 
Je suis heureuse, pourquoi? 
Je ne sais pas, mais c'est très, très, très bien. C'est le matin.





пятница, 2 декабря 2011 г.

четверг, 1 декабря 2011 г.

please, someone, play me on a piano


Let's get started with some blog messages.

I sleep four hours a day and i enjoy it.
I am hungry and i really feel nice and satisfied.

What's wrong?

One more thing that i'm looking forward to think of is why do we need tales? We are so fascinated by fantasy-like girls with wings, dreaming of a vampire to fall in love with, at least just imagining some epoch to be a wealthy man at. Why? People want so much to escape from their own reflection and their own world. Writing about unbelievable love, knights and so one is nice, but why not to describe the best of our own lives? Aren't we, i mean, humans, good enough to be jealous of? We are just to find these ways to have a look at ourselves and i think it would be really wholesome. It's too pity to undestand that something you're dreaming of was born in someone's mind, so you can't be certain that you interpreted it in the right way.

Wel... And, one more thing, why boys of different ages from 10 up to... don't like to let their imagination run away with any personage like ones from The Matrix or Twilight (with that i'm actually thinking of rather extreme examples..) or whatever? 

Or, may be, why not to imagine that? You know, about 5 or 7 years ago i often drew maps of fairy countries and still i am not even embarrassed with it. Why not? Isn't anything i am dreaming of is yet existing at least for me? I can live in my world if i would like to. Just in need of people to fit it.

____________________



Instincts and presentiments. I am to trust them. I'm studing how to trust them. They are my guides. They are the new sense, as we call it.

But the problem is, you know, that it's too hard to stay self-sufficient when speaking to someone. Not skilled yet. I am to learn.

Not to be special, not to be noticed, even not to be original - just wishing to be... no, i don't know, how to describe, what a pity.
Even in love, you know, there is more of freedom that when not being loved. Weird, as i am this time.

introducing


So, let it be the first one.
Just for it to be clear (obviously mostly for myself), i'm going to write here some kind of thoughts mostly in English / French / Russian (rarely?). Let it be an "international blog".

Not intending to be boring, i want to promiss myself that here you won't see complaints and much private information. Only if it really can be interesting, funny or something to think of. Hope so.

By the way, hope, you'll (and me myself) see smth on art. Yep, i'm intending to be a historian of Fine Arts, so it should interest me and, more, i have to write on it. 

Here we are.

P.S.: though i'm not a native speaker, would be glad to see any comments on the language. Mostly i write the way i think, so it can be entirely wrong. (sarcasm)

UPD: no, just realized that this blog will also be fulfilled with exactly private thoughts, nevertheless i've told before, but still i know it will carry some sort of interest. 
encourage me!





Welcome everyone.