Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Sur-realism

Surrealism & the creative imagination is turning out to be the slackest, and most eccentric, subject I have ever taken. Do not know what it means to be in arts and given the license to behave and dress ridiculously? You will get ample opportunity to try it out here.
Case 1: come in with cobalt-blue ecobag, green shirt, green diamond-pattered vest, puffy brown jacket and scruffy brown loafers with fluorescent yellow laces.
Case 2: wear bright red trenchcoat with small round badges lining the collar, add white-black striped stockings under long brown skirt.
Many more cases all too individual to recall in detail. Bottomline:

Today we watched Monty Python in class. The Ministry of Silly Walks, marathon for incontinents, football tussle between German & Greek philosophers and a dig at aussies. I heard the class go hush at the last one and there was a tension in the room. Relax! There's more to laugh at the yankees than you southern mateys.

My lecturer is an authority in this area. He said by the end of the semester we will truly understand what Surrealism and Dada are. But he did not mention how we are running the risk of being sucked into their worlds and coming out as weird and self-absorbed as they were. There can be a certain delight sometimes in trying to affirm one's supposed eccentricity and intellectual ability. But this is definitely not the best mentality to be nursing.

Un chien Andalou, finally got to watch it! Decomposing donkeys, roped-up priests, pumpkins, slit cow's eye, cane poking a severed hand, death eye moth and Vermeer. Unearthing the hidden soul's creative imaginative genius by damning rational, materialistic civilisation.

lux at 7:51 pm

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