守り続けよう / Tuesday, October 11, 2011
"This is how the entire course of a life can be changed -by doing nothing. On Chesil Beach he could have called out to Florence, he could have gone after her. He did not know, or would not have cared to know, that as she ran away from him, she had never loved him more, or more hopelessly, and that the sound of his voice would have been a deliverance, and she would have turned back. Instead, he stood in cold and righteous silence in the summer's dusk, watching her scurry along the shore, the sound of her difficult progress lost to the breaking of small waves, until she was a blurred, receding point against the immense straight road of shingle gleaming in the pallid light." -Ian McEwan, On Chesil Beach
These days, I would stop work at around midnight, wash up and lie on bed with a book in hand. I would read till 1:30AM, and with disciplined effort, exit the literary dimension and enter the realm of sleep. The next book on my list is the African novel, Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe. In Secondary 3/4, we analysed several abstracts from the novel and I thought that they were really interesting. Wonder why I took so long to finally pick up the book itself.
I was on the train today, thinking about my Chocolarts gallery and if I should be adding new works of art to it. I had even listed down some of my ideas and sketched out the portrait in my mind. It was an outlet for creative and unbridled expression; a platform for me to represent my thoughts as they take shape on paper. Yet the more I thought about a particular art work that I wanted to do, the more I questioned my decisions. "Why are the speech bubbles sharp?", "Will it be better if the speech bubbles had a faded outline?", "What traits should the female figure embody?", "What kind of impression will this convey?" and so on. In the past I just let my emotions guide my hand and drew just as I desired. But now, as I visualise the unborn art work, I ponder over every detail and I attempt to justify their forms with meanings. My mind is repeatedly nagging at me that "You can't draw a line just the way you want it -you draw it like that because by drawing it like that it means xxxxxx."
This need to explain every aspect logically and comprehensively leaves my creativity pinioned and complicates matters. I need to tell myself to stop thinking so much and just draw like I used to! Draw; enjoy the process and enjoy the outcome.
There's either something wrong with the education system, or there's something wrong with me. It's likely to be the latter, yet I'm quite certain that some of you would agree with me on this and I'm not the sole student who feels this way. Before I'd officially begun on Japanese lessons in university, I would always read up and acquire more knowledge about the language on my own. However, formal education in Japanese, which includes activities like attending weekly lectures and tutorials, doing assignments, memorising vocabulary for quizzes and studying for the mid-term paper, appears to have reduced my thirst for new self-discovered material. I used to dedicate entire portions of my free time to study Japanese, but the initiative no longer triggers any motor response. This is just an observation which I want to highlight. I still truly enjoy my Japanese Language modules; it is my favourite out of all my other modules.
Anyway I'm really tempted to take another language next semester in addition to Japanese, but I don't know which to pick!
I'll take a nap now and then proceed to work on my English group project. Ciao.
Labels: Chocolarts, University
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