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现代艺术？

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昨天看完上海现代艺术展，回家忍不住向敦敦炫耀一下我的见闻，没想到碰了一鼻子灰。Do you like contemporary art？ “No”。 Why not? �Cause it’s dumb. Why do so many people love it? Cause many people are dumb. Give me an example please. Like the fat women statue displayed in last year exhibition, it’s fat women, it’s just fat women.

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我认为现代艺术所追求的是用模糊的，想像的和超前的意境来泼洒自己对这个世界的感受，在追求的过程中，敏感，冲动并且神经质的艺术家们就常常失去方向进而陷入迷茫。

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如果让我来定义现代艺术的话，我就会用如下的描述：现代艺术是一群迷茫的艺术家，向大众展现他们对自己进入迷茫状态的一种享受。

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敦敦说的也许没错，时不时地发傻也许是现代人和现代艺术的不可缺少的重要元素之一。

I made it through another day.... It's amazes me people ask how you are not because they actually care but to make convo. Most dont even really listen. Half that do only because they are hoping you are worse of then them. Those that do only care because they care for you &�are secrety hoping you will hurry up &�get over this. I know no one wants to hear that I still love &�miss him but I do. I do every damn I miss him. I miss our family life, I miss our sex, I miss being loved, I miss kissing him by every morning &�Aleea doing also, I miss the way he knew what I like &�needed, I miss having someone to talk to. I miss so much! I miss having someone there not only someone but I miss him. Does he miss me? Does he still love me? Will I ever stop loving & needing him?

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.

--Reinhold Niebuhr

It never ends, and the storms never die down. The only calm to be known, is the belief that what has passed was not as bad as what is still to come. Every day weighs heavier, the sense of some beginnings end, and of the spaces that are left in between. Unsettling, that even the spaces do not render the storms calm. No, it is never ending.