hannah hayat

The Absurd Hannah Hayat   Authors Note: This series of work is meaningless, unconnected, confusing, and ABSURD. I drew inspiration from no one and no thing, using only the rhythm of my heart to guide me. If i were forced to pin point a source of inspiration though, I would use a song by the fictional band in the hit tv show "Thats So Raven" that has been stuck in my head for weeks to no avail. It goes as follows: "Looking for the beat inside, show me what youre trying to hide, I can feel the rhythm of your heart oooOOOooooo" When this ends up in a museum, I imagine a curator asking me "How proud are you of this work?" I hope at time I will be brave enough to admit that I am not proud of this work at all. not even a little. To be frank to my fans, all of this stuff went into the recycling after i took the photos. and that influences my final note, which is that does art need to exist in the physical realm to be considered art? is my art still art if

at this point in time, i have all but abandoned the reading. it makes no sense to me. to read a book without any context or instruction is simply a futile way to spend my time. i want to be able to read it, trust me i do, but the amount of time i would have to spend trying to piece it together i doubt would be worth the reward. i really do hope that i can get an S in this class anyways, because oh lord do i need it to graduate next week. how are you doing professor? times are tough these days for everyone. i hope all is well. i am making progress on my project and am excited to upload a post with all of my work together.

 To whom it may concern, I regret to inform you that my art, specifically my project The Absurd is absolutely and utterly meaningless. I have no muse, no mentor, no patron saint, and definitely do not have a "why." I beg to ask the question, why must art have a why? can artists be allowed to create even if the plaque next to their piece simply states "I created this because I wanted to"? It doesnt matter to me if people feel the need to find meaning in my art, because i dont. i create because i want to create and for all i care my next collage could be my dogs feces on a canvas and if i call it my art than it is my art.

Now most of this reading was pretentious gibberish to me, but one sentence caught my eye; "It is through the death of the social that socialism will emerge..." This quote to me indicates that the writer is coming from a very american perspective, one that i tend to hold critically. honestly, i thought i would have more to say on that quote, but i really don't. in my education classes i have learned that it doesn't matter if you know every word in a sentence, if you don't have the correct background knowledge on the topic your brain will not be able to bridge the gap between the words and create meaning. the text lacked meaning to me because i lack background on the topic, and thus words that should mean something turn into alphabet soup on the page.

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"The Disneyland imaginary is neither true nor false; it is a deterrence machine set up in order to rejuvenate in reverse the fiction of the real" I have always been fascinated by my mothers obsession with Disneyland. Before completing this reading, i had always assumed it added up to the desire for an escape from reality. I now see that it is both an escape from reality and an invitation into reality (both the realities we acknowledge and the ones we do not see clearly).  I decided to pull my mom into the conversation between me and the text and get her thoughts on it. She agreed that the phenomenon of Disneyland, it being both out of this world and down to earth, is exactly what makes it so special. The kind of connection people feel to Disneyland only exists because of this juxtaposition.