thanks henry! i really appreciate you saying that.

[warning: very dark answer.]

yeah well, there's some of that, mainly at the beginning. not comprehending recurs long after the initial shock as well. sometimes i forget, or, worse, i remember so vividly that it's difficult to understand that she's gone.

i mean, even as a pure thought experiment, it's hard to sit down and imagine _anyone_ dying, much less someone you love. humans don't like to confront death when it's not overly abstracted into some pretty, slippery fiction or overly refined into statistics or 100 character news headlines, and it's for a reason. it's horrible fucking shit to think that someone you love and enjoy and know so well can just end, indefinitely, with no chance of coming back and no tapings or reruns. death ain't like canceling the oprah show.

are you thinking about it? cause pretty quickly you'll hit the pits of existential dread, the shit-everyone-i-know-and-love-will-die-especially-me and your heart will sink and your brain will go ABORT ABORT ABORT, YOU STUPID FUCKER. STOP IT. you'll have to stop.

anyway, when you first find out, it's that feeling of dropping but a million times worse. it goes almost immediately into angry denial for that reason. no, this isn't happening. it's an impossibility! thus, it can't happen! no, there's a mistake, it's not happening, nope. LOGIC SAYS YOU'RE WRONG, DEATH.

but death is life's mistress and it is in fact you who is wrong. then you must deal with all of the emotions: sadness, resentment, self-loathing, regret, and a shit ton of pain, amongst others. and someday, even if it seems impossible [as many things seem to seem], you will feel better. not about the death; you will always feel bad about that. but the impossibility will have sunk in, to not peace but a vague acceptance, a i-don't-like-it-but-i-think-i-kinda-get-it, and it's from that tenuous agreement where you can move on into the rest of your life without your loved one.

shit's scary.

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN'T PEE IN THE CAT'S LITTER BOX ANYMORE

i just wanna take a ride on your disco stick, that's all.

*dickcheese grater
*pube follicle

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i hope this isn't a troll, because this is a legitimate answer...

but first: who is this person? are they actively or passively doing it? do they even know you? are you just friends, or are you dating, or is it an ex, or a friends-with-benefits-open-relationship-oops-nevermind-idk-something-buhhh? maybe it's a platonic or familial relationship?

regardless, you need to reevaluate, however difficult it may be.
*do they know about your feelings? [they must.]
*have you honestly talked to them about it? [do so.]
*have you talked to someone else and received a second+ opinion? [do this too.]
*are you grasping at something that no longer exists? [stop that.]
*do they care about you the way you care about them? [as of now.]
*are they worth your time? [maybe not.]

it might become clear that you need to let go. maybe not entirely, but at least the part that is making you uncomfortable.
it's a process and i can't really tell you how to do it. for me, distance helps, as well as talking to others. [so does drawing angry pictures of monsters.] just try to be proactive about it [don't kill things] and good luck!

[ps, you can talk to me if you feel okay doing so. i'm great at telling you that someone's an asscrack lumpy-carpetbutt douchenozzle, which is sometimes all you need]

datz wuzzup

caterpillar?

it's all digital and done in adobe photoshop cs5.
i drew it with a tablet [wacom bamboo fun] on one of the new natural brush tool settings

AP french, AP gov, AP lit, art IV, stagecraft, AP stat [+gym/lunch/free]

good question. i wish i knew, man.

as of right now i think i'm applying to: risd-brown dual degree [i.e., impossible program for impossible impossibly impossibilities]; brown [heh], columbia [heh], uchicago, umichigan [?], nyu gallatin; risd [rhode island school of design], saic [school of the art institute of chicago] and mica [maryland institute college of art]. maaaaybe pratt and sva. maaaaaybe i'll change everything.

i should prolly get more safeties up in this shizz. you should tell me what to do.

:D

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i think i've answered this question already

all art is conceptually driven; conceptual art is not always art.

if they're good, thought or emotionally provoking concepts and they're [also] somewhat aesthetically pleasing, then hooray! go forth and be a conceptual artist! [call me when you make millions selling a toilet, okay?].

but there is a fine distinction. if you're doing something /anyone/ can do and anyone can do it rather non-impressively, then i call bullshit. if it's not pretty, not original, not functional, not interesting, not provocative, then it's not art or design.

[fuck yeah, installations!]

they're part of a nutritious and balanced diet.

i was a fairy princess barbie [hot pink, poofy, sparkly] in kindergarten! in tenth grade i was benjamin james mccready.

since those two are the same thing, it has to be a tie.

clarify, d00d. do you mean "what does it mean about cheryl wu if perchance cheryl wu's art is conceptually driven"
, or "what does it mean if person's x's art is very conceptually driven, in general"?

i don't want to answer the wrong question, y'know?

if you perchance gyrate rhythmically, all dost search for shall be resolved [dah dah doo doo]; as you coerce the centripetal motion of specifically grooved resin-polymer discs, dear infant [dah doo doo doo], the stars will realign in thy favor.

who do i know is reading mary shelley's early novellas for fun?! [or profit? wait, what?]

+1
well played, unidentified anonymous humanoid

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