Alexander Calder
Well, this post is actually going to be a thoughtful entry.
My teachers are excentric and I love it. I have an 8:00am Design II class, and the first day of class was interesting. We did the usual: name, grade, etc...but then we had to tell something that we wanted to do...and I just said I wanted to be excentric. He asked why, and I replied, "because its fun." He continued to go around the room and all the other students answered his questions. I sat there in shock. Whenever i'm in shock my mind starts racing: How many students will graduate, get that 9 to 5 job, have that perfect spouse, live in suburbia, with 2.5 kids, a dog and a cat, the white picket fence...and the list goes on...what a borring existance. It made me think...I don't want that 9-5 job with that hour lunch break...I want to travel and live life to its ultimate fullest! I made a second realization today in that same class. We were watching a movie about a famous artist...the one who invented the mobil. Well, they mentioned in the movie that the older this guy got the more excentric he got. He, evidentally, had a bright orange bike and wore gray nicker-bockers and long orange socks...while riding around Paris in the 1920s. I thought that was the coolest thing ever! I then realized...i'm excentric...i'm excentric beyond all belief. I made the consious decision about a week ago to be completely excentric....to not care about anything else except having fun and enjoying life. Isn't that how everybody should live? I think so, but i believe that we all loose sight of that. We loose sight of being human. I have decided...i want to do something with my art that nobody has ever done before. Something that will change the face of the art world...once again!
-Reijn