기리보이 (Giriboy) – 술자리 (Let’s Drink)

Giriboy, along with Mad Clown and E Sens, is one the few rappers I respect not only for their rapping skills, but also for their artistic abilities and unique style. Yes, I listen to songs other than indie.

It’s been too long since I made a post. A part of it has to do with my returned obsession for hip hop songs, and I’ve just been busy in general… enjoying life. It looks like I’m finally getting used to adulthood and its lifestyle, setting my own goals, moving at my own pace, making sure to leave enough time for myself and others. Nothing too exciting, nothing too boring.
I went to the museum the other day. I thought of continuing my Grower/Shower series, but there really wasn’t anything new on display. There was, however, a collection on the top floor featuring artists from the “Stieglitz circle”, and a large portion of the collection was by Alfred Stieglitz’s own wife, Georgia O’Keeffe. Now, if you’ve ever been to a museum, chances are that you’ve come across at least one of her skulls or vagina flowers. Everyone loves them. I love them. But why? Is it the vibrant colors that stand out from all of Sheeler’s grey? Perhaps it’s the instinctive love we have for the very hollow we entered this world from. Whatever the reason, I wanted to find out. So I did something I thought I’d never do: I stopped and stared into the skull, pretending like I know art.

I don’t know. Symmetry? As someone who has given up games for the glory of symmetry, yes, definitely makes me happy.

Balance? It’s odd how the skull, even when it’s the largest object placed in the center of the piece, doesn’t really stand out. Nothing about this piece is intrusive, and it’s very easy to stare at.

That mountain? There are two things I appreciate the most in paintings: things that look so right but are actually wrong, and things that look so wrong but are actually right. A lot of the times these can be found in colors, shapes of light, or the ripples in the waters. That mountain is blue and yellow, but it looks so right. What else…

I don’t know. I didn’t know. I was standing there trying to figure out why it felt good to be staring at colored substances smeared on a piece of paper, but I couldn’t do it. Am I trying too hard to explain emotions with logic and reason again? Or it could be that I’m just not artistic enough to see past the surface. Maybe someone can tell me why, but until then, I’ll continue my mindless walks through museums.

Oh, and you know what’s more ridiculous than a video of a woman with a plate on her head eating canned spaghetti out of her left boob is? Three people watching and discussing about a video of a woman with a plate on her head eating canned spaghetti out of her left boob. That’s a level I never want to reach.