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12:14 a.m. - 2005-04-01 An Imaginary Speech to my life-drawing class I know I haven�t been drawing regularly on my own. I don�t have much to show for the development of my drawings� But I�m glad that in this class I�ve been prodded, forced to move a few steps, in the journey and search of my own style. I believe that all great art is about finding the self. This walk that we take. Detours and experiments and roundabouts. What is this elusive self I speak of? It is not the pot of gold at the end. It is not a finishing line with cheering spectators. The self is a biography, like Anthony giddens said. Its is like a book where you write the story of your life, the chapters and footnotes of digressions. To see it another way, it is a journey, it is how we carve out a route through the various choices we make in our lives. we could travel to a future if we wanted to and get back in time to place the welcome mat for our return. How do you know that you are in the correct direction? Sometimes you see markers, little prints in the sand or bits of unwanted litter, you notice that the surroundings are somewhat familiar; you might have come here before, you are only going round and round. Well, you are the only one that knows that and it is up to you to take a different step. Yesterday I met a friend. He and his friends had made a video. It was about something. He disparaged it, I�m not sure why, maybe because it was not slick and smooth like those movies we see in the cinemas� But I think it was still good. He had wrote the story himself and I think it is an interesting and unique story. There were bits of creative stuff in the plot that I had seldom noticed. It is all subjective. Ok, I think I�ve come to the end of my thoughts.
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