let lemons be angry

well i'm a man of many wishes
hope my premonition misses
but what i really feel, my eyes won't let me hide
cos they always start to cry
(i keep refreshing chloe's page just to listen)

I'd never felt so tired and so hungry and so grumpy and so fulfilled all at once. We made our way to njc again today, lugging my Mad Hatter and Duchess and Cheshire Cat and the rest along. The mentorship went well, and i'm happy. Once again there's that great fork in the road, and big blue skies on each side. Where should i go. Then we followed them on their excursion to the art museum. Rjc students go in free with their uniform on, while njc students have to pay, strangely enough. It was a whole exhibition on Modernism, "the most relevant exhibition you will ever go to", in Mr Lee's words. I was fairly skipping to the galleries. And i finally saw Kirchner's Nudes in the flesh (hahaha), and one of Picasso's Still Lifes with Guitar, and! one of Kandinsky's Compositions. I was mesmerized with Kandinsky. The texture of the sand and the delicate musical shades can only be seen up close. I'll never be able to look at a Google or WebMuseum Kandinsky again. And i'd never even liked his work much. Even the Picasso held me there, and i understood something about the magic of original artpieces. Joeun touched the Kandinsky twice to get "a tingling feeling", and ended up being followed around by the security jagas. They crept up round every corner, casting their shady eyes on her, suspicious figure that she was. And i've fallen in love with K. Appel, who paints ugly figures in thick swipes of oil paint. I'd break into the art museum in the dead of night just to run my fingers over the incredible texture.

Then at evening we went to Art Friend to get syf stuff. If i wasn't obsessed with mao graphics i'd forget all about doing syf. The beautiful lino stamps will only be sold for a hundred dollars each, and then i'd never sell them. Even if nothing good comes out of syf, we have these stamps to decorate bags and walls and anything with. Anyone interested in my merchandise? A very graphic Mao from a communist propaganda poster. Any colour, on anything. I spent four hours carving the large stamp with theresa, and it's more than worth it.

The easter weekend was amazing, and i'm still full of hope from it. Manda and i gave sheila the birthday of a lifetime. For my lifetime, at least. It was all fun and nonsense until Dharma called. I never knew how touching that part of our plan would be. But when sheila finally understood that it was dharma on the line, and when she started crying her eyes out and when her voice got funny, manda and i melted into warm fuzziness. I do feel sorry for the one who had to spend his birthday in the army though. What a contrast of birthdays.

Tomorrow's going to be another tiring day. Bleeding fourth finger; don't know how i'm going to play at night. But oh yay.