Back to it

School is back in session and I can't be happier. I feel as though I am super lucky and that everyone else is missing out on my major. All I do is play all day it seems and learn about really exciting things and create stuff. I feel like I shouldn't be getting credit for having so much fun, when so many other people complain about their majors and classes and whatnot. Now, I do actually have to study for art history classes, but still, it is a small price to pay for being really happy with where I am and with what I want to do with my life.

Over the summer I took a one a week ceramics class at and art center and learned more and I am getting better. Its tough work really, and challenges me, and I get frustrated, but it is also calming and I feel as though I have accomplished something great.

I am taking a class where I get to see all the behind the scenes fun stuff and get down and dirtier. (Though I am always dirty after class) I think my ceramics classes will be fun and definitely challenging, so many projects, but it will be fun too.

long time no see

Its been awhile since I have done anything really. I needed a small hiatus, and have been stressing about money and whatnot. I am ready to start making art again, only a week or so until I start my pottery class at the Firehouse. I really needed to get another job, but then I would have no time for anything else, from art to time to myself to time doing nothing or reading. So, in a sense I truly need more money, but not at the expense of myself. If all I did was work, I would never get any artwork done. But, I have put up more pieces where my ceramics link is on the right, and I have completed my art myspace for now.

you've got it

Tony Tiger has said one thing to me that shows he might be more insightful than I thought. Maybe it was a fluke. Too bad it didn't come in time for me to like him or give him a good teacher review. He had given me a high B because I don't push myself enough. He told me that I've got it, I just never truly complete something and I could do more. This is a competitive world, and I've got what it takes, just not the drive I suppose. Which looking back on this semester of drawing is true. I have experimented more than I thought I would, but nothing more than that. I just wish he had told me at the beginning instead of the end of class. I can do another drawing and I will, this time actually trying. Though, not entirely happy about it I understand. I suppose I can't just glide through on not trying, eh?

last days

I have been creating and getting things back, I just haven't taken pictures of everything or anything yet. I think I will get around to that later today since I don't work until 6 with nothing else to do today. I plan on working on my drawing for drawing class, this time I am trying ink, I have tried something different everytime. Which is good, since I don't work with other mediums often. Only one more week left. I did purchase a few watercolors to play around with this summer. I hope to be catching up on painting since I won't be able to do ceramics, though I still hope to take a class at Firehouse, we'll see.

Octopus and Circus Pony

Octopus
Watercolor pencil, on paper, 16x20

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last day of wet work in ceramics was today, which is really weird. It always seems like it goes by so fast, and the end of the semester comes so quickly, especially for the art school, we get out much earlier than the rest of the world. I think I will miss it over the summer, maybe if there is a ceramics class at the firehouse I will take one. Plus, I don't want to get too rusty.

I've almost finished my drawing for drawing class, it was supposed to be on a theme with my other piece I did, but in the end turns out, I don't think they relate at all. Maybe they do, I have no idea.

Circus Pony
Charcoal, on canvas, 16x20

papers and art

Right now I should be writing a paper for my American Indian Women Artist Seminar Class, but maybe I will be inspired to do that later. I am writing about an interesting lady though. Maybe if I talk about her a bit, it will inspire me. I have now realized that I am not as good of a writer as I like to think I am. Now, I can do the art part and all the interpreting and I kick ass at that, its just the filling stuff and the blahdy blah stuff, that baffles me. Plus, I am a comma whore, if you've noticed. David always edits my papers and I secretly think he is horrified. But, I have never had training like him in the art of writing, only the art of art and that is only recently.

Back to the lady I am writing about, I am writing about Kay Walkingstick because when I saw her paintings they intriqued me. She uses a diptych system, and juxtaposes images together, like a landscape image with a body. She uses these to show how two different things are related, be it biracialness, her body and the landscape, or whatever. She was painting during the women's art movement and during the time that Native American studies finally started in the 80's. You could not take a Native American Peoples class in college until the 80's. Which when you think about it is really sad.

On a differernt note, This is my latest painting up top, I haven't painted in a long while, due to that terrible painting class which the professor discouraged me from painting. Not by telling me that I am bad or anything, but because he was such a terrible teacher.
I picked up painting the second semester of my freshman year of college and I instantly fell in love with it. I pretty much was a hermit my freshman year and stayed in my room a lot, so I painted, on the floor. Before I started painting I had thought to be a english major, which is completely ridiculous to me now, I am terrible at spelling and whatnot. And, after my freshman year became an art major. I actually had to do a hometest and send in drawings which I did in maybe an hour. Luckily, I got in. And here I am today, a Junior, now in love with ceramics, although I still love painting. What I love about ceramics is that you can never control it completely, and it is always a challenge.

Back, to what I was saying about painting, that I had forgotten how I loved painting due to that terrible teacher, but I am glad to be back painting. I had been given that stretcher by a friend to paint over and finally did it. Its huge, well huge to me. What I felt when painting that, was actually peace and calmness, but determination and worry about all of the drippings on the floor and worry about my cat jumping in it. It's 48" x 48". I like it, and it definitly says hello in my tiny dining room.