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365 Sunsets written @ 8:10 PM on September 13, 2004 I am currently avoiding writing paper and a PowerPoint presentation on Fortunato Depero. Don't know who that is? I'll tell you. Depero was an Italian artist who championed the Futurist movement in the early 20th century. He actually revolutionized the graphic design field, which is why I mention him since I've started taking my graphic design classes. (Hence the font "Futurist" and other sans serif, blocky typefaces.) I'm avoiding this project because not only was he a graphic designer, he was also a painter, a sculptor, a furniture designer, a set designer, and a poet. A lot of work to cram into one fifteen-to-twenty-minute presentation about a movement I don't care much for. But what can you do? So what did I do this weekend? I got locked out of my room because my key demagnetized somewhere between my car and Starbucks on Friday night, but I know people reading this are tired of hearing me bitch about it so I won't. I went to the art museum on Saturday for some aimless perusing (also a homework assignment), and ended up running into what felt like half my high school class (but was really just one person, an old theatre chum). I was actually is a very sour mood Saturday. Mom called me that morning to tell me that she had commenced packing my things in preparation for our move ("Which may or may not happen," she said. "No?" I asked, "you're packing up my life, I'd say that's a sure sign, eh?"). Anyway, in order for the realtor to take a picture of the house to present on the market, my windows had to be cleared of all my unicorn suncatchers and cling-ons. Since my bedroom at home faces the east and gets full exposure to the sun-- every day for six years now-- Mom discovered, as she was cleaning my windows, that the sun actually melted my unicorn cling-ons to the panes. Mom explained to me, annoyed to be sure, that she had to take a screwdriver and scrape them to pieces off the windows. I no longer have unicorn cling-ons. As petty as it sounds, I was very upset (dare I mention I was also on my period?). I got those cling-ons in the third grade. I ordered them from those fundraisers they made us work in elementary school and up through junior high. I remember the day I got those cling-ons. I rushed home and opened the packaging and spent days trying to position the unicorns and the little pink hearts and blue stars on the windows exactly how it looked in the picture on the package. Now they're in a million pieces, and it made me very sad. I couldn't help thinking of my dad-- the fact that they wouldn't be in a million pieces right now if he just didn't leave. I couldn't help it; I was in an art museum thinking about it while looking at Boticelli's "Judith and Holofernes" and contriving every metaphor for broken unicorns and my dad I could come up with. I went home this weekend and saw flakes of them still on the carpet of my room, charred and yellowed. If I was a lesser person with fewer principles and a weaker constitution, I would hate my dad. His saving grace is that I'm not. I'm simply angry. *** Anyhoo, on to bigger, better things! I have this idea for an art project-- a huge art project. Listen to how this sounds: 365 sunsets! I am in the works of plotting a project where everyday at six o'clock I would take a picture of the sun setting in the sky, which I would then turn into expressionistic/abstract paintings filled with light and color! Imagine 365 paintings in a gallery or a museum, slamming the viewer with color, all different due to the time of year and weather. Of course, 365 paintings would take well over a couple years to do. But isn't that an awesome thought? 2005, here I come!
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