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\nSometimes the sky does shit you can’t even believe is real. But there it is. And I am thankful for my aunt Regina’s Maxfield Parrish book, which I LOVED looking at as a child. Add to this one of the most long-lastingly useful classes I took in high school: 11th grade Humanities with Mrs. Franco. That class gave me a point of reference for things … and in some cases reiterated what I had already figured out, like looking through the Maxfield Parrish book as a kid. I reference him in my head all the time. I mean, those clouds make me think of this. <\/p>\n
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\nThis is yet ANOTHER example of how I – a non-academic non-scholar person – ABSORBED things like a SPONGE, things that have never left me, things I never learned in school. This isn’t against being in school, of course. It’s just that … I don’t know, I think all children are this sponge-like. Expose them to everything. It’ll be IN them, as opposed to imposed ON them. I was a “learner” from before I even have conscious memory. I’m still not sure what that is about, and it’s been on my mind lately. How I put things together as a child, and how that was really the birth of a critical mindset. Associating one thing with another. Associating the real world with art, connecting things together, linking things up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sometimes the sky does shit you can’t even believe is real. But there it is. And I am thankful for my aunt Regina’s Maxfield Parrish book, which I LOVED looking at as a child. Add to this one of the … Continue reading