REMORSEFUL
i looked up remorseful on google images. i am remorseful that i have yet again gone a month without blogging. i found these pictures that express my feelings.
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i hope we can work through this.
since i last blogged i visited new orleans and duck island. i saw the professor's new pad and it is the best. i did not hurt my feet walking all over the land, as he is now much closer to the places we like to go. and he has ceilings that are taller than any i have ever seen.
i participated in a clothing swap party. ladies, this is a fabulous invention. you basically take clothes that you don't want anymore and exchange them for ones you do. i already had a huge trash bag full of clothes to take to the goodwill, so i took it to this party instead. i ended up coming home with the garbage bag still full, but this time with clothes i wanted. i got some great stuff and it was nice to see some of my handmedowns get a good home. also, i had a chance to drink wine in the afternoon with some artsy gals and listen to good music. it also is a great get-to-know-you game to get semiundressed with ladies you have just met. here is a site that has more info if you are interested in having one. http://www.getcrafty.com/home_nakedlady.php
i was in an exhibition with a group of printmakers that i am currently in a class with. i did quite a bit of printmaking in undergrad, and i played with the idea of pursuing it to some extent in graduate school, but this will be my last class. i really don't care for it. to make an unfair but accurate generalization, i feel that people that are drawn to printmaking care too much about really unimportant things. i don't care about the type of paper or how it will be hung, printmakers in general are obsessed with paper and presentation, or a so-slight color change that god himself could not notice but they insist it will create or destroy the piece. i don't care. i really really don't care. i had an INFORMAL critique in class and the prof wanted to talk about the fact that the work was hung with binder clips. it's a fucking trashed corkboard, we are all sitting around it on broken chairs and tables, and binder clips should be discussed over the artwork? no, i am done. in that same critique, my work was criticized for being too well done... i was told the colors were too beautiful, it was too well composed, and the pieces each worked on their own or together. therefore, i was using a "bag of tricks" to make "starbucks art." fucking hell. fucking fucking fuck. i sort of hate school right now so i might wait to write on this matter until i feel better.
we had a concert at the gallery last week, some bands from portland and a few local acts. awesome show, great turnout. it was supposed to be a halloween concert, with costumes, and a dance party afterwards. i was the only one who dressed up. what is wrong with people? there were three guys that came in costume towards the end of the night, but for the majority of the evening i was on my own. i came up with my costume a half hour before the show so i was a cowgirl. western shirt, wranglers, bandana, cowboy boots, pin from the 1981 rodeo, pigtails, and a black eye. not terribly creative, but it was something and i try to always have a black eye for halloween. the people from one of the bands were mostly wearing western shirts, and since no one was in costume i just looked like a groupie in an abusive relationship. happy halloween, everybody.
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i hope we can work through this.
since i last blogged i visited new orleans and duck island. i saw the professor's new pad and it is the best. i did not hurt my feet walking all over the land, as he is now much closer to the places we like to go. and he has ceilings that are taller than any i have ever seen.
i participated in a clothing swap party. ladies, this is a fabulous invention. you basically take clothes that you don't want anymore and exchange them for ones you do. i already had a huge trash bag full of clothes to take to the goodwill, so i took it to this party instead. i ended up coming home with the garbage bag still full, but this time with clothes i wanted. i got some great stuff and it was nice to see some of my handmedowns get a good home. also, i had a chance to drink wine in the afternoon with some artsy gals and listen to good music. it also is a great get-to-know-you game to get semiundressed with ladies you have just met. here is a site that has more info if you are interested in having one. http://www.getcrafty.com/home_nakedlady.php
i was in an exhibition with a group of printmakers that i am currently in a class with. i did quite a bit of printmaking in undergrad, and i played with the idea of pursuing it to some extent in graduate school, but this will be my last class. i really don't care for it. to make an unfair but accurate generalization, i feel that people that are drawn to printmaking care too much about really unimportant things. i don't care about the type of paper or how it will be hung, printmakers in general are obsessed with paper and presentation, or a so-slight color change that god himself could not notice but they insist it will create or destroy the piece. i don't care. i really really don't care. i had an INFORMAL critique in class and the prof wanted to talk about the fact that the work was hung with binder clips. it's a fucking trashed corkboard, we are all sitting around it on broken chairs and tables, and binder clips should be discussed over the artwork? no, i am done. in that same critique, my work was criticized for being too well done... i was told the colors were too beautiful, it was too well composed, and the pieces each worked on their own or together. therefore, i was using a "bag of tricks" to make "starbucks art." fucking hell. fucking fucking fuck. i sort of hate school right now so i might wait to write on this matter until i feel better.
we had a concert at the gallery last week, some bands from portland and a few local acts. awesome show, great turnout. it was supposed to be a halloween concert, with costumes, and a dance party afterwards. i was the only one who dressed up. what is wrong with people? there were three guys that came in costume towards the end of the night, but for the majority of the evening i was on my own. i came up with my costume a half hour before the show so i was a cowgirl. western shirt, wranglers, bandana, cowboy boots, pin from the 1981 rodeo, pigtails, and a black eye. not terribly creative, but it was something and i try to always have a black eye for halloween. the people from one of the bands were mostly wearing western shirts, and since no one was in costume i just looked like a groupie in an abusive relationship. happy halloween, everybody.
posted by casual ninja at 2:51 PM
4 Comments:
I hate people who don't dress up for costume parties. At least put on a funny hat or a fake moustache. How hard is that? I am the worst costume creator on earth, and even I manage to come up with some half-assed costume creation each year. Jerks!
Great, now I am all riled up.
am, you just revealed my costume idea for next year. thanks a lot. back to the drawing board.
kristy, i even told people it was okay to do the bare minimum, like a wig, so they wouldn't feel lame for half-assing it. seriously, eye-shadow bruises take 5 minutes. no excuses.
aren't we all always already in costume? aren't we? AREN'T WE? Always already? Eh? Eh? Costumed?
-AM
I've always wanted to have a clothing/suff trade! Or at least go to one!
As for your printmaking class - they sound like a bunch of buttmunchers. give them all a kick in the pants and next critique get all defensive in a really obnoxious way. And then let them know that Starbucks art makes money. And what the hell are they going to do after college anyway? Get a stupid job at a coffee shop - looking at your print while you go in there every day ordering the $4 latte bought with your too beautiful, too good art sales! take that suckers. then don't tip them.
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