But alas, my apartment complex is the epitome of the concrete jungle and the breeze is merely the forefront of a chain of thunderstorms heading our way.
I am enjoying the breeze while it lasts, though. And hopefully I can keep the window open through the storms so I can get the fresh, rainy air. Because today I am working on my thesis. I've been irresponsibly putting it off all weekend. It seems my answer to "how do you eat an elephant?" was not the traditional "one bite at a time," but rather "don't and starve."
But today I must buckle down and flesh out my outline enough so that I can start writing my rough draft (due in two weeks). The final paper is expected to be 25 pages (maybe only 23 with two pages of endnotes), so I think my rough draft should be at least that. My thesis advisor is of the mind that it's easier to cut stuff out than put it back in, so she told me (ever so eloquently) to just shove as much in as I can.
My issue right now is that I'm struggling with the concept of Orientalism (big "O" thanks to Edward Said). I understand the theories and how it relates to Post-Colonial studies, and I find it all intensely fascinating. I could definitely use it to analyze a work of art like Delacroix's Death of Sardanapalus or even Ingres's La Grande Odalisque. My issue is trying to apply it to non-Colonial works by non-Western artists. Analyzing a 19th century Western man's view of harems? Piece of cake. Analyzing a 21st century Pakistani woman's art from the same context? Seems impossible. I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking for, but I plan to read many, many essays on the subject in the books I've checked out from the library.
Oh, so much work.
And my mind keeps drifting to a grand manor in France and if we build it from the ground up, what the layout and floorplans will look like. If I had the time, I'd draft it out.