Ever get the feeling that you are too normal (plain, ordinary, so-so)? I do. And at the same time, I know that I'm off-the-charts unique, bizarre and just plain (?) weird. All this simultaneously.
Art theory makes my brain hurt. And as soon as I feel I have a grip on what I'm reading, I can no longer verbalize my translation. My own words elude me. I am blank. Sitting watching the ripple effect of all that I have just impressed upon my brain float away, just out of reach. And then, I am rewarded with migraine. Deadlines cause me physical pain. I could stand for some mental yoga, rather than these high-impact aerobics.
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