开朗~浪漫~永远

—“Although, critics who write about the arts tend to deny the existence of any objective standards for evaluating works of arts, they have a responsibility to establish standards by which works of art can be judged. ”

Follow the “Standardized Handbook for Critics of Art”—Or not?

    A piece of painting might be criticized as “vulgar” or “amazing”, and a snapshot of photograph could be rated as the “photo of the year”. But how or by what rules do critics make their judgment? Are there any objective standards that the critics can use to evaluate the works of arts in their subject area?

    An objective standard is, by definition, an existing basis of measurement that is well acknowledged, and should not change rapidly over time. However, on the subject of arts, people’s views change rapidly from time to time. For example, children seldom consider what was a fashion at their parents’ time as an acceptable style. Other works of arts, such as paintings, music, architecture, etc., are similar in receiving various public preferences from time to time. For example, the priceless paintings by Van Gogh had never been valued, nor appraised by any critics when he was alive, but today, his works of art have became admirable, and highly valuable among all paintings. Imagine when one kind of stylish art is brought to a different time period in history, most likely the public would exclude its appearance.

    In many different subjects other than arts, like economical, political, and social issues, critics have concurrence on certain standards that make their evaluation less arguable and more persuasive. But in the subject of art, objective standards could hardly be established because art is virtually a personal preference and a subjective inspiration of oneself. Not only the view of arts varies over time, but also from person to person. Different people often express different attitudes on the same piece of art. These facts advise that the persistent and well-acknowledged objective standards do not exist in the fields of art, while public preferences are able to vote for, or against the critics’ opinion.

    Now it appears that critics of arts do not have a handbook of objective standards to follow. Nevertheless, they do have established in their mind, whether they admit or not, a subjective standard while evaluating any works of arts. In order to evaluate a piece of art, one must have a basic stereotype in their mind to use as a measurement. This basic stereotype would be one’s subjective standards, which more or less, would reflect prevailing public opinions. A critic’s subjective standards, like all everyone else’s, are always influenced by the society, as he lives in through mass media, personal communications, or even inherited cultures. However there’s a factor that usually leads critics away from the public opinion, which is their knowledge. Most critics have studied in a certain subject for years or even decades, and have gain enough experiences, knowledge, and possibly instincts, which allow them to have deeper insight of the art works, make better judgment, therefore more likely to persuade its audiences to accept their point of view.

    Although while evaluating specific works of arts, the critics attempt to influence the public opinion with what they believe is good, mediocre, or bad, most of them do not feel that they have a responsibility to establish standards for works of arts. Rather they feel they have an obligation to express their own opinions and lead the public to embrace their interpretation and judgment on what they think is good or bad. Hence the job of critics is to dissect, analyze, explain and criticize the prime of works of arts. But because of their experience and their omniscient knowledge, their evaluations often are de facto viewed as the authorized “standards” by most of people. People tend to trust and quote the analyses, and after a period of time, start to rely on it.

       To a critic, an objective standards on the subject of arts might not exist, but while they use their own subject standards to evaluate and influence the public, their evaluations mistakenly became what the public think as a standard. Even though, this standard could not be a true objective standard because it could only last a short time as people’s sense of style changes.

 

My name pronounces like Karen but spells with two ees. “我有一双大大的眼睛，大大的鼻子，大大的嘴巴，还有一 个大大的头“ this is how i introduced myself in preskool, but now it's kinda different. My multi-personality have never proven to be true. I talk a lot to people I know. I listen to the music cz i need weird noises as the background to support my thoughts. (Volume: low) My IQ is not anywhere below gifted, but my EQ could be the lowest among all people that i know. I have the patient for math and physic problems; I do not have the patient for family and love issues, they drive me nuts. I write random thoughts, included a 40 page diary on my bf for no apparent reason. The first boy I liked was Ten and a Half years older than me, and I asked him to marry me when I grow up, he said yes, and I was Nine and Half years old.
I like to read randomly and run to waste my time.
I like things that make you think.
I hate amiable people; they make the world seem to be so perfect when it’s totally defective.
I hate "small people" not in size, but AKA Children, or people who hv not developed their maturity to a certain level under my perspective.
I hate everything that does not deal with thinking, logic, and fun, including money, love, honor, etc.
I believe that people will die when their heart beats a certain # of times. I believe that conceited people and rebels are entertaining and cool.
I don’t believe in god because there is not evidence proving it exists.
I’m random, which makes me hard to understand.

 

 

 

the dead

Once upon an eastern journey, while I wondered, bored and query
Questioned the problems that found me, found me through the course of SAT
The problem of loneliness, and bored-ness facing life
Incomprehensible and frustration facing future
Then came the so-called friendship knocking on my cell
Tenderly it knocked, and easily I accepted
Solitude was defeated, wretchedly it walked away,
Confusion turns into vapor, swiftly it vanished
But then there were you
The irresistible attraction thee brought
Stunned I was, silently I pondered, should I deny, or…
………………………………………
The ‘once upon’ story went on,
I tried, to make the decision, but unintelligent I was.
So therefore I fallowed, not knowing what’s ahead
The ‘once upon’ story still went on,
I followed, along the edge, and my brain went into coma,
So therefore I did not know what had occurred, and what had changed
You,
Unconscious you were
Be swayed by thy emotions, unable to control thy affections
Be ashamed of thy self, I joked, and nothing more
I
Useless I was,
Moved by you, fascinated by you,
Distracted, and eventually much more

Nothing more that I remember, merely the shadow of the failing ember
Regret and love that’s there, and nothing more.
Mature the way you think, naive I am
What’s the intrinsic value between us
What’s the point of the involvement of relationship
We know, that time, soon or later, shall swipe away
Then why are we here, wasting today
When we all understand the uncertainness of tomorrow.

You don’t believe in tomorrow, because you are ‘mature’
But unfortunately I do, and you know I do. So that’s just ‘too bad’ for me.

当水遇上冰
	虽是极端, 却能两相怡. 同出青天白日中, 只是生辰各不同. 冰无常形,水无常势. 天长地久可言否? 难! 但. 终究根同情深处,不求生生两相随. 汇尽天涯时,彼此虽不知, 身心你我已共融.

this is odd... i don't really get it... but oh well

 

 

So it has been a while~

the last entry was more of a HistoriCal FicTioN, than a imaginary or FactS.

 

Lots of stuffs happened, nd i don't wanna tell everything cz that's gonna take 2 long, way 2 long~ but in general:

....................................i'm always the same.

 

One big thing: i'm back w/Jason

isn't that so cool? love it! 

well, it was all bcz of his B-Day, i got him a card and wrote him a letter. it's awkward that i didn't have much hw that week...

 

i called him yesterday, nd i thought it would be a pretty short conversation... but it went... way 2 long~

i almost forgot that it was "Peak Minutes"!!! my dad would probably get so pissed off if he saw me talking on the phone for such a long time during Peak time~~ But it was fun, it worth it!

 

i miss him~ Life is Tough. i really don't know how he thinks...

 

at night, my uncle came over to our house and started talking w/ my dad, so i was all alone in my room. I started a 'facebook' (a personal space that's shared with school/bussines friends created by a 22 year old guy who just graduated from Harvard in 06'), it was okay. i used to reject it, but since Jason told me to get one... okay then~ i was bored and couldn't get it, so i called him again.

 

he wasn't there nd i talked to his roommate, i know his name is scott, but i don't know how... (it makes me think of scott yu!!!!)

 

nd when he came back, we talked for... like... an hour? oh god~ i almost got a headache or something... even though i had a history of talking to people on the phone for 5 hours straight, but Jason's different. don't know where's special, but he just is! xD

 

btw, it was really cute, he said he's gonna reply my letter, nd... i'll wait~ lol

r we friends or r we L''ers?