Category Archives: Prose

It will hurt, just a little. I just lost. So I insult, say mean words, hurt the winner, till I win, and she loses, loses her balance, and falls with a yelp. So I reach down, give her a hand, become the hero, again her best friend. But still in pain, she pushes me down,Continue reading “Let’s play a game:”

Wash your brushes immediately and put them to dry hanging upside down; wash the acrylic ones separately and never mix them with oils; don’t leave your paintings to dry in the hot sun; they’ll cook and crack; wash your palettes as soon as you’re done using them; when buying yourself an apron, be sure thatContinue reading “OCAD: Based on “Girl”, By Jamaica Kincaid”

Tanizaki Jun’ichiro, in his book, In Praise of Shadows, mentions a preference, an obsession, for fair skin in Japan, using terms like “limpid glow”, “pure” and “unadulterated” to describe whiteness, and  ‘cloudy’ and ‘grimy’ to describe his own Japanese skin (32). While Asians bleach their brown skins white, Westerners tan their white skins brown, provingContinue reading “A Perfected Reflection of Imperfection”

One thing that all art has in common, whether that be Western or Eastern art, traditional or contemporary art, is its ability to teach. The paintings in the documentary, My Kid Could Paint That by director Amir Bar-Lev, do everything that any art should. Even though the strong messages these paintings send out to theirContinue reading “Is it art? A response to a class discussion on the documentary, “My Kid Could Paint That””

I find people with an excess amount of pride phonier than phony because most of the time, they have nothing to be proud of. They want everyone on earth to know how smart or how beautiful or how kind they are, when in reality, they are nothing but a bunch of pathetic fools who can’tContinue reading “What do I find phony?”