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&& born decades too late
&& silly beatnik chick
&& rock'n'roll addict
&& wannabe poet
writer & dylanist & bookworm & painter & nerdy lesbian
& brainiac amour with patti smith
21 years old, helsinki, finland
♥: patti smith, bob dylan, the rolling stones, david bowie, rock'n'roll, allen ginsberg, beat generation, sixties, movies, literature, poetry, philosophy, arts, smoking, blues, writing, tom waits, leonard cohen, quentin tarantino, ray loriga, jean genet, greta garbo, henry miller etc.
i saw patti smith for the third time today. i had a print of an etching i’ve made of her with a letter wrapped up for her and i held it all through the show, i was in the middle of the first row, but she didn’t come down so i couldn’t give it to her. someone, and i actually know them kinda, climbed over the fence and jumped on the stage, the security guards on their tail, but patti told them to go away and let them to first sit on the stage and then she even gave them her own guitar and told them which cords to play and they got to play with her band. i’m not even happy for them because i’m so pissed about the fact that acting that way gets you to hug the woman i love more than anything in this world, but being humble and polite doesn’t.
it was an amazing gig anyway! she had both her daughter jesse and her son jackson playing with her, the keyboard and the guitar, it was so adorable seeing them all together playing a song patti wrote for their father. the setlist was great and the atmosphere good. i loved seeing her smile. it filled my whole body with this incredible lightness, with a sense of heavy longing.
it was the first time v saw patti too, and i think she’s a fan now. she hasn’t really listened to patti before.
we also saw bob dylan on thursday from the front row. his setlist was not for my taste, but it was amazing seeing him smile and grin and just being there, being himself. when he sang beyond here lies nothing and i pressed my body against my girl and we swayed and it was dark and my head was full of wine, that was an amazing moment.
the problem is that she quit.
at one of my art lectures my teacher showed us a painting that really stuck with me, but i was an idiot and didn’t write down the name of the artist. i have tried so hard to find the painting online just to see it again, but i just can’t find it. i’ll try to describe it the best i can, and if there’s anyone out there who has an idea what it might be, please send me a message !
the paintind portraits an adult, possibly male, holding a child. the adult is laying down on his back, and holding the child up over him with straight hands. it’s pictured behind the adult, so we can see the top of his head and some of his body, but not his face (probably). they seem to be in water, or something that flows around them. the painting is oil colours or guache, i think, and it’s not photorealistic - it has big brush strokes and i had to look at it for a while before i was able to see the human figures. some of my fellow students got it right away, though. i remember the painting being light, and possibly with blueish tones, and having a lot of white, but about this i’m not completely sure.
i’m pretty sure it was modern, from the 20th century, and that the painter was male and western.
does anyone have any ideas?
i’m sorry for all this personal rambling lately, but writing here is such a release
it seems that bachelor’s programmes are not taught in english and the foreign students need to pass a language exam. unfortunately i only speak english fluently, even though i have studied other languages. exchange or guest students are welcomed in most schools, but that requires me already being in a similar school here. and that wouldbe the school i can’t get into.
Anonymous said: Why life is so difficult? :(
right now the main reason for me is that getting to study art is impossible because of the lack of art schools, because nobody wants artists. the only school in this country that’d make sense for me to study in at this point is a school where one of my current teachers didn’t get in this year. she’s not only a teacher at my school, she’s also somewhat known professional sculptor who has exhibitions in europe. and it’s not because they don’t take in people who are already artists - it’s because they almost exclusively take in people who are already artists and they liked other applicants better. so, to become an artist you need to get into that school, but to get in you already have to be an artist. that’s the art education in finland. and to study in prague, a city i could move to, i’d need to be czech to apply to a bachelor programme. the master programmes are taught in english, but that takes a bachelor, and to get the bachelor in finland i’d need to get into that school that i described, which i can never get into. SO YEAH, BIT OF A PICKLE HERE.
and yeah, there’s other shit too, this is just on the top of my mind right now. the wall that can’t be kicked in is always very, very close. i can take a year off and try to ignore it, one step back, but after that year it’s time to take a step forward and i’m scraping the wall again, unable to get past it. ever.
life is so FUCKING DIFFICULT