Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Rainbow
The rainbow taught me Persistence.
The crayons lay in a box. There were a lot of colors, and that was how I liked it. I started with a red crayon. I checked the paper label: “R-E-D”. Good, this would be red, the first color of the rainbow. I carefully stroked the red crayon in an arc from the bottom left corner of my white paper to the center at the top, and then down to the lower right corner. I held the sheet of white paper in front of me and inspected the clarity and boldness of my drawing so far. Satisfied, I added a curve running parallel to my first arc using an orange crayon. I proceeded with yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. I tore a piece of clear Scotch tape and folded it into a loop, stuck it onto the back of my masterpiece, and attached the rainbow to the wall of the family room. I stared at my artwork. A four-year-old, I dreamed of becoming an artist. I had faith in my talents, especially if I could already draw such pretty rainbows. Yet, whenever I looked at my art a second time, flaws would begin to rise to the surface. The arcs were not symmetrical, the orange was too thick, the violet looked too much like the indigo. So, the rainbow was re-drawn on a new sheet of white paper, re-attached to the wall, re-examined, and re-drawn again. Until it reached a level of satisfaction. A near-perfect rainbow drawing completed, I would take a break for the day.
The rainbow taught me Unity in Diversity.
Sunlight shone on the leaves crushed into the earthen floor and traveled softly through the mazes of shadows. Splotches of green had persisted on some of the leaves as remnants of the summer. Then, brown haze and orange haze and red haze all over again. All I saw were colors, lines, dots, and reflections of light. Everything was, and yet everything ceased to be. All was one and one was everything and anything – I was slowly beginning to… see.
The Gift of Seeing, reserved for the most talented of artists.
Perhaps I was just forcing myself to see.
No. I am not “forcing” myself to see anything.
It simply “comes” to me. I’m just artistically oriented.
Or was scientific knowledge interfering with my artistic viewpoint?
Rainbows. They are just white light that is split, and then perceived by receptors in our eyes. When we see the sky, it is only blue because nitrogen and oxygen molecules that make up 99% of the atmosphere scatter short blue light the best, and we perceive the sky as blue. The longer wavelengths are seen when the source of light - the Sun - is in line with our vision, and so we see a redder Sun, the oranges reflected by air molecules to give a sunset. When we see plants, their chlorophyll absorb red and blue light, having evolved to absorb the light that is most abundant (red) and the light that contains the most energy (blue). When they reflect green light, we perceive the plant leaves as green.
God did not paint the world with different colors.
Different colors are only due to reflections and absorption of different wavelengths of the same electromagnetic waves.
I wanted, with all my heart, to perceive the world like an artist. I wanted to see the world to sense the world to know the world to... Ah. Be the world. And in the process of seeing the world and sensing the world and knowing the world, I would know my place in the world, I would know that I am merely a fragment of the same world that everyone else is a piece of. I would know that we share elements in our composition… That we are each nothing but a strange mixture of hues and shades; the differences we notice among each other are more often than not merely reflections of different wavelengths of light against different media. The true differences between us… I want to understand.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Metamorphosis.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
entropy
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
Snippets of a Day Plus Insight Woohoo!
I mean, I should rephrase. I don't feel happy for this person. I don't really feel sorry either. I just want to hug this person and let him know that I am going to work so hard so that he does not have to worry.
And I'm trying to use that prerequisite of learning to study for this AP Physics Electricity & Magnetism test. Hopefully I've already learned the skills necessary for AP Psycology Ha Ha.
Friday, March 27, 2009
I really enjoyed writing the speech. I spent days writing it. Days revising it. Hours rehearsing it.
Eventually..
It became my way of becoming someone different and stepping out of my niche.
No one expected me to win. Everyone would have understood my other passions if they had only listened to my speech. But they didn't expect me to win.
As soon as I wanted to win to prove them wrong,
It all fell apart.
I didn't win.
And 12 hours later, I realize... It's quite OK.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I wonder if it arose out of a shared human tendency to enjoy use of vivid colors? I cannot come up with another explanation... Why should a group of artists think that it's such a good idea to paint and represent form with colors that depict emotion?
I really like colors.
I also really like the rain.
My favorite kind of weather involves pretty sunlit skies with rain drizzling... "How does that work?" you ask... Well, it can happen. It has happened in front of my eyes... You just need a partly cloudy day, and the clouds will shower rain, while sun shines through the rest of the sky, and there you have it. A beautiful, sunny, rainy day. Usually accompanied by rainbows in the sky...
Monday, March 09, 2009
Why is graduation day coming so close!?
My hands are really small and kind of fat. My sister makes fun of me and tells me I have short & stout hands and it makes me angry because I am jealous of her long, slender fingers and thin hands. But I would not be able to dance, draw, or even talk (watch me talk, I use my hands a lot) without my hands and therefore I love them.