My Paper Presentation

Well, tomorrow is the day that I present. Its been a long time coming, but it is finally here. Im not going to post my whole paper yet but here is my opening paragraph to give everyone an idea of what its about. Its rough, but its all finally coming together!

“The most important thing in art is the frame. For painting: literally; for other arts: figuratively- because, without this humble appliance, you can’t know where The Art stops and The Real World begins. You have to put a “box” around it because otherwise, what is that shit on the wall?”  
-Frank Zappa

    Yesterday marked the fifteen-year anniversary of her father passing away. While many were out enjoying the coming of spring, she sat alone on her couch and stared at the artwork on her walls; the first pieces of art her father had ever purchased. He was only a few years older than she when he bought them, and the girl wondered if her father had seen the same things in the paintings that she did now.  As she gazed around her living room, she began to feel even more overwhelmed with nostalgia. She realized just how many of her parents old possessions decorated the walls and tables, and how each piece told their own unique story from the past.  She found it hard to admire the art for its beauty alone, and her thoughts kept drifting to a different place in time. It seemed as though everywhere she looked, the past began to overcome her more and more, making it impossible for her to detach herself from it.  Memories of the past and expectations for the future create a hindrance by not allowing a person to fully function. By compartmentalizing ones life, a person is able to place their emotions, possessions, memories and self into many different “boxes”, for without a frame, it is easy to find yourself wandering aimlessly through an endless abyss.