Jul. 12th, 2008

VR

Art & Stability.

A conversation between my father & myself:

VR: Are there any young, handsome Pettys?
MD: (Shakes his head.) I don't know.
VR: You'd be pretty disappointed if I married a Petty, wouldn't you?
MD: (Shakes his head.) He'd probably be really unstable when he isn't driving.

It started out with me thinking it would be extremely cool for me to marry a young man from NASCAR royalty (& from my father's home state, no less), & it ended in a revelation. I started to argue that it wasn't true, that could be said for just about anyone with a profession. But then it hit me. When you have something in you, a talent, a gift, a passion, you probably are unstable when you don't satisfy that talent/gift/passion. I know I am.

I noticed that my downs come when I haven't drawn for a while. During June, I took a portfolio development class, & was highly elated every time I was doing homework for the class. When I waited until the last minute to do the work, I was already feeling a bit pissy. When I was in class, I was nervous & antsy when introduced to something new, but after finishing the projects I would feel relieved. Then when I left & came back a week later, I was truely amazed at what I had done & I wanted to do more.

When I was in Spain & dirt poor, living on one 1-euro sandwich a day, & spending all my money on materials for my art show there, & painting instead of paying bills on time, I felt good still. If I got really hungry I could just sit with my neighbour for a while & she'd eventually feed me. I was living the life. I would go to the bar & sketch for hours & talk to Pepe, the bartender son, or his parents, who owned the bar. It was hot as an oven outside, but it didn't matter. My landlord was on my ass but it didn't matter. Nothing did: I was creating.

When I remember back to those times when I've been most low, I can remember not having energy or motivation or even a desire to draw. But I've since learned that motivation for everything else comes from art for me. If I just sketch on a napkin (I used to do this a lot when I was a kid) I feel a bit better. If I just have enough energy to pick up a pencil, pen, crayon, anything, I can turn things around for myself. Sure, it's not magic, it can't solve my problems, but how I feel has a lot to do with how things go for me that day. It has a lot to do with if I will let little things get to me, or even big things.

It doesn't have to be something I want to show to people. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece. It just has to be something, & then I'm on the right track. Even having an idea to draw & not drawing it bogs me down. I might not have enough time for composition studies & toning paper all the time, but I definitely always have time & opportunity to doodle.

I'm an extremely unstable person by nature. But I do believe I've been given something that can change that, that has changed that in the past. My last 'independent' drawings were done during a period where I just didn't feel right about something, but I took the time out to do them, & even though it didn't solve anything, I felt a lot better. Drawing allows me to think, or not, when I most need it.

& now I know I need to do that more, no matter what it is, just put something on paper. I rather it be amazing work, but no matter what it is, I just need it to be. & I'm at least going to try. I know the inspiration will come, eventually, but even when it's not there, or the strength, or the motivation, or the energy, if I just start, it'll come. 

As it always does.  

Eventually.

May. 17th, 2008

corazonsevillista

(no subject)

It was almost like talking to Doc again.

At work we call people who have been referred to us by people who worked on the project last year. I called a man who was listed after not finding his name in the system, only to find he was indeed in the system, that another person referred him, & that his name was spelled wrong on the sheet I had. He made a joke about Latin which I caught onto early, & by the time I got to 'well, it's Latin, like syllabi' he was already amazed. We ended up talking for nearly half an hour.

From Latin we went to Catholicism, cos he had studied to be a priest in the 60s, right when Vatican II was happening. I ended up mentioning how I wanted to read St. Augustine's Confessions, but only found abridgements & why would I want to read an abridgement. He understood. He asked if I had any Catholic teaching to make me the way I am, I said no, but that my mother was raised in the Jesuit system & that I come from Opus Dei stock. This impressed him. I said that if Opus Dei were on my CV, it would be remarkable & would probably open up some doors for me. He got the half-joke. From there we went on to talk about the Jesuits in general, I mentioned that I was more interested in the Spanish saints like Ignacio de Loyola & Francisco Javier, & he applauded this. We both agreed that the Dominicans are not as cool as the Jesuits, but that the Franciscans are another awesome breed altogether.

Then he expressed his ideas about feminism within the Church, & I had to burst his bubble, revealing that in some senses I am very traditional. I really think Vatican II is for the birds, give me cassocks & Latin. When I told him that think that female priests would be like women on the front lines, very distracting, he agreed, but gave me the opposite scenario, & then we talked about the nature of men & women. We talked about people's idea of God, he said the idea of God was more motherly than fatherly, & I mentioned that it all depended on your view of God, because if God is stern, or a punishing God, then that would probably be more manly, like sinners in the hands of an angry God & such.

He was basically amazed at my knowledge & my conviction, & said that if there were more Catholic women like me, the Church would be so much better. He told me that RCIA was indeed the programme I would have to go through to be confirmed & have my first communion (I wasn't sure if this was what I had to take). I asked him if RCIA teachers are cool, if I could ask all the questions I wanted, & he said any catechism teacher who does not answer all my questions & applaud my skepticism is not worthy of the Church.

It was a fulfilling conversation. It was extremely strange to have a completely objective adult encourage me & applaud me, mostly because even the subjective adults in my life have only told me that I am intelligent, & that's not encouraging at all, cos I don't really think I am. I have so much to do, such a long road ahead of me, & this conversation with this gentleman really helped me see that I was on the right road. It's been so long since I've had a wonderfully smart conversation where the other person actually listened to what I had to say & asked me questions just as much as taught me things from their perspective. (My mother & Doc have really been the only elders who I could have these conversations with, & I really miss that, cos achieving this with peers is very very very very very rare & I usually must settle for less.)

Eventually, cos I knew the boss was in the office that day, I asked for help from J to get me off the phone, & eventually it worked. I really didn't want to get off the phone, but I knew I had to. But the time I was on the phone marked me, I don't really know how to explain it.

Thumbs up.

May. 8th, 2008

corazonsevillista

On a sad day the clouds part for a smile ... (loosely translated)

(preceding convo about crying & being sad & ready to punch people in their faces)

VR: I want to live in the movies.
MM: Which one?
VR: Mmm I don't know ...

(pause)

MM: 300??
VR: Jaja yes!

Apr. 28th, 2007

corazonsevillista

MY DAY HAS BEEN MADE.

during the monthly SEARCH FOR MATTY MARNIK & A BETTER LIFE IN MUSIC, Vertagliani inquires to Grigabia, & this happened:


VR: plus what is força verde
GG: huh?
VR: on the back of his shirt
GG: i dunno
GG: maybe he mispelled força verta

true story.

Sep. 20th, 2006

corazonsevillista

(no subject)

From a recent telephone conversation with my dad:

VR: ...but I just don't like his wife.
MD: You don't like any wives.
VR: I do ...
MD: Who?
VR: My mom.

My dad bursts out laughing.

Sep. 3rd, 2006

corazonsevillista

I must mention this ...

In football discussion with Emrah Darling ...

VR: if israel can be in eurocup than so can vertaland

May. 31st, 2006

corazonsevillista

Verta Reyes vs. Emrah Darling

VR: you stink
ED: probably, I didnt use any soap in the shower today
VR: ...
ED: it's not often I forget to use soap
VR: this is blog worthy
ED: but I knew I wouldnt bump into anyone today
ED: no way, it's boring
VR: its the best ever
ED: Liquid Swords is the best ever
ED: this is a non-event
VR: your dad's the best ever
ED: my dad's a fatso
VR: nummers
ED: nummers... means?
VR: i love sunlap
VR: nummers means yummy
ED: sunalp
VR: jajaja
ED: madwoman
VR: old man raul!
ED: with his 2 pigs in either arm
VR: jajajaja
ED: maybe I'll be old man Raul one day
VR: eh?
ED: my place would be the only sanctuary for pigs
VR: oh my dear lord
ED: "because I dont dine on swine"
ED: that'd be my motto
VR: why not?
ED: I made a promise not to
VR: you're such a hindu
ED: hindu's don't eat beef, not pork
VR: exactly
VR: sikh
ED: you could say either Muslim or Jew
ED: that'd be the most obvious taunt
VR: but im verta
ED: for real

Oct. 22nd, 2004

corazonsevillista

["Very artsy and abstract"]

Something maybe Samuel Beckett
BASED ON A TRUE STORY

by Seth Kaplan

VR: So last night I did something?
SK: Oh my god, that's so cool!
VR: Really?
SK: Yeah.
VR: Well, I guess it is.
SK: Sure it is.
VR: But I forgot to mention that thing I did.
SK: You did?
VR: Yes.
SK: Well, that certainly changes things.
VR: Yes, I guess so.
SK: Well, a win, all in all.
VR: I suppose.
SK: Yes.
corazonsevillista

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