of books, art exhibitions & writing
It appears that the most efficient way to prevent a single disruptive thought from occurring is being productive. I need to build my personal website. I need to complete this sketch I abandoned for a week. I need to post on Bear. Leaving me with my thoughts for too long causes me to dwell, succumbing to another existential crisis.
Recently, I finished Intermezzo by Sally Rooney. I think it's Rooney's best work, though this is a presumption since I've only read Normal People, Mr. Salary, and a bit of Beautiful World, Where are You?. The theme of grief, depression, and love explored throughout the book is so delicately written - it drove me to tears. I recommend Rooney for those who enjoy nuanced exploration of relationships, social dynamics, and deeply flawed, human characters.
Also, I am proud of myself for stretching Intermezzo over a course of ten days, instead of characteristically binge-reading 500 pages in, like 24 hours. I am notorious of rushing through books just to log and rate them on Goodreads.
Recently, I visited an art exhibition, which was all that I needed to re-ignite my depleting inspiration. I can't help but be in awe at the ability of human beings to create. Here is an exquisite piece I contemplated for a while, titled Rabbits (2014).
I've also been working on a Substack. After sticking with Bear for a year, I want to take writing more seriously. A newsletter? A publication? I want to maintain the essence of my Bear but with longer, more polished pieces. While I sound driven, deep down I am hesitant, even scared. A newsletter feels like an intangible, distant goal, but if there's one thing I am trying to learn, is that I should run towards my fears.
To me, there is nothing more fulfilling than doing the things I love. I wish I can live like this forever, engulfed with art and words.