Deityblog

Feeling kind of deflated recently. I think I'm being fried by my desk job. The desk part of it, anyway. There's only so much banality a soul can take, I guess. The space between projects is nurturing an unhealthy internet habit that kind of makes me sick. I'll be fine, don't worry. It's just good to write about.
My Artist Date this week was to go up to the library for a little over an hour yesterday and look at art books. Would have been much better if the fluorescent lighting + air conditioner up there didn't always make me so sleepy and apathetic. I paged through a Chagall book, disturbed to read that his Catholic third wife had him buried in a Roman Catholic cemetery. Teddy Kollek even argued against it. The art, of course, was amazing, but not immediately absorbing for me. Too much of the unreal doesn't always pack the right kind of punch. One of my favorite pieces is the stark, brusquely-constructed "No" by Jasper Johns (whom I love in general). It really captures the essence of what "no" is. If you happen to be passing by the National Gallery in DC, check it out.
Then I found a book called "Artists Confronting the Inconceivable." It's an international selection of glasswork artists responding to Kristallnacht, and to the Holocaust in general. Amazing idea, extremely powerful images.
Quiz for whoever reads this--what is your guiltiest pleasure, website-wise? Even if you don't spend that much time online, there's probably one or two sites you go to just for pure, decadent pleasure. I actually have lots of these, sadly, but the best is probably Holy Bibble. Click, and be amazed :-)