Inside the Junk Drawer

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Make Up For Lost Time

I missed last week’s post; I was archiving with Molly and simply didn’t have time. I probably should have realized; it’s always really busy before vacations of any sort, Thanksgiving included.

Drawing: We took two classes for little sketches and such. No giant drawings. I liked going back to gestures again; it feels less stressful. Or at least it did before Gabe had us do an exercise focusing more on form than line. My brain pretty much crashed and I wasted two sheets of paper and got extremely frustrated before I got a result I could live with. I usually draw very systematically first because proportion is one of my greatest weaknesses. However, focusing on form made that technique pretty much impossible, so I was dead in the water for a while. This week we’re working on self portraits. It’s different than anything I’ve done before because we’re incorporating pieces of shredded brown paper to make the drawing look more like a collage. I work pretty slowly. As contrast, Katia, one of my class’s drawing geniuses, already finished. I look to her partly as a role model and a rival. Rival in a good way, I mean, like someone to compete with (Tangent: when I think of ‘rival’ I think of Kenshin and Shingen and the salt episode: rather, compete through honorable engagements and without spite). I’m hoping it will drive me to produce better work. So far it’s been so-so.

Printmaking: We learned how to mat and matted a few of our earlier prints. For those of you not familiar with matting, it’s basically a frame made out of mat board-hence ‘matting’. After that, we produced a piece with three of the processes we learned this year. I used gum Arabic transfer, an acid transfer, and monoprinting. I produced two prints with the same subject matter. One boarder was produced with a ghost of a stencil and the other was a direct print, produced simply by drawing on an inked plate with a cuetip. After vacation we’re going to do our final project-create twenty five prints-and pass them out to the class as mementos.

Western Art 1: I passed in my paper. I didn’t get a grade on it yet. I’m less worried, which is probably jinxing me (oh well). We’ve moved from Christian Byzantine Art to Medieval and Romanesque. I have no idea why we jumped over Islamic. Afsan said we’re going to backtrack, but still it’s a bit weird. I’m glad I held off on the reading.

Sociology: The usual hat: we’re going through cases. I posted my homework on blackboard and wrote a rough draft for the paper. It’s not due until the tenth, but I’d rather get it down while it’s fresh in my head.

Imaging: We finished up scale and moved ahead to Homage. Basically, you pick three famous artists and produce like theirs while also sticking to your big idea. The object of the game is to produce artwork that is convincing enough to look like it was commissioned by the three famous artists we chose. I picked Gustav Klimt, Kako Ueda, and Wassily Kandinsky. Since my big idea is Unwrapping, or hiding things, I changed the composition of a Klimt piece and merged Tim Curry’s face from Rocky Horror over the original woman’s profile. Julie suggested it because they looked alike, so I ran with the idea. Kako Ueda incorporates cut paper, but I completed my homage with Photoshop and using threshold and the cut out filter. Kandinsky was giving me the hardest time-but then Matt suggested I include some history into my work. John then suggested floor plans because Kandinsky’s work is very geometrical, so I hid floor plans of the Bauhaus inside my piece. The worked on them all weekend, thinking we’d look over them one last time, but Matt cancelled class tonight because not enough people were coming. They’re not due on Tuesday, but I’d have rather not worked on them during vacation. (I have a feeling I will because I’m a workaholic like that). This is what I’ve got so far for my Ueda Homage.

Roommate Situation: A lot happened. I chose the guy from MIT instead of the girl. Looking at her facebook page, I didn’t think we would get along. So, MIT guy signed the lease and spent his first night yesterday. We’re still walking on eggshells around each other, but it will take a bit of time to get comfortable. I’m planning on leaving for Thanksgiving vacation tomorrow after my Drawing class and work, so that should give him a couple of days to settle in.

 

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Watching the Hourglass

Time’s going too fast for my liking. I’m going to make this short in an attempt to catch up with everything else that’s going on. Bullet time:

Drawing: We had one class this week due to Veteran’s day. I managed to salvage most of the drawing by doing some research on pastel techniques. Nesad Library saves the day again! I’m not sure what we’re doing next week, but Thanksgiving is fast approaching.

Printmaking: We went over our prints. I’m still being skeptical about my print. Randal and Perla are telling me it’s great. When I look at it I still feel its flawed because it didn’t satisfy the person who commissioned it. I think I just need some emotional distance or something.

Sociology: I did worse on my second test. I passed, so no alarm bells, but I’ll have to study harder on the next test. Each of us also has to pick a case, identify three sociological concepts in it, and write a paper about it. My case is next week.

Western Art 1: I was twenty minutes late to our museum trip. Wednesday screwed me up and I forgot to leave my Sociology class fifteen minutes early. If I had been by myself, it would have been very bad. However, there were a bunch of us who were late due to classes and registration times. I’ve a paper due next Thursday. I’ve written a rough draft by hand and have to type it out and edit.

Imaging: We moved from Texture to Scale. The point of the project is to take something out of scale. I did three: Huge chess pieces behind a city, babies playing with a bathtub with a ship with tiny people on it, and a gingerbread house hidden in with the rest of a neighborhood. I thought the last one was the worse, but Matt told me it was my best. Something has got to be wrong with the way I’m looking at things.

Roommate Situation: I’ve got a girl and a guy that want to rent the room. The guy is from MIT and is willing to pay more for the room, but I already gave the girl, who is out of the country, contact information and she’s supposively filling out the paperwork. I don’t know if that’s the truth or if she told me that to keep me from renting to the guy from MIT Maybe I should contact the realty company and ask if they spoke to her. It was so hard for me to contact them that I’m surprised she got through to them so quick…

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[Insert Epic Title Here]

 

       On Wednesday, I pretty much ruined my structural drawing. Gabe says it’s going to be okay, but I don’t really believe her right now. I’m extremely frustrated and panicky when I think about it. I took out three pastel books from the library and did a small self portrait to try and boost my confidence level. I just felt incredibly lost with the colors and type of mark making…part of me wishes she’d write all the colors down instead of just showing us for a couple of minutes. The self portrait needs a bit of work (my clothing seems to be floating), but I think I can fix it. The next one I’ll do on larger paper.

        I’d have probably gone to the model session we’re having on Saturday, but my sister ‘wanted to get away from Western Mass’. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but part of me thinks it’s to make me feel better. It hasn’t been a good week at all and I guess she can tell. She also keeps referring to herself in the singular, so I think she’s leaving her boyfriend at home. This, in itself is bizarre; the two of them are normally joined at the hip.

Randal wanted to test how neat we could be, so he gave us specific requirements for printing our etchings. One had to be printed in just black ink and the other had to be altered on specific sized paper and borders. I used my oil pencils my second print. Since the prints due at the end of class on Monday, I think I’m going to print a third in either different ink or bring in my water colors. Though, a lot of people are using watercolors. I’ll try to think of something else.

            Yesterday, I got my Western Art 1 test back. I did pretty well so there was no reason to worry. Afsan did say she was pretty lenient on us though, so next time I have to make sure to memorize centuries. Our second trip to the Museum of Fine Arts is scheduled on the same day I have to register of spring and summer classes (they assign the day and time you register for classes). During trip days you don’t have to come to class at 8:30 in the morning, but meet at the museum at 1. I thought that was great because my registration time is at 8am, which is when I would normally leave for my morning class to get there on time.

         I thought everything would be fine.

        However, on this trip we were supposed to look at Islamic art. Considering that’s a section ahead of where we are, I have a feeling we’re going to reschedule and I’ll be in trouble again. It’s not a big deal, but I’ve been going through so many ill-timed events lately that I’m sick of it. Still, worse comes to worse, I’ll just tell her I’ll be a couple minutes late.

       We passed in our texture projects in last night and had a crit. Matt decided we needed to be very critical with each other on our work, so not a lot of praise went around. All of us have revisions to do. I was last again, so I got to be the guinea pig for rapid fire criticism. There was a similar experiment done in Bebe’s class last year, so I went with the usual response: all grins and invitations for people to do their worst. In crits, you generally learn how to defend your work; in this you couldn’t. It forces the subject to listen to what their peers are saying: sometimes their completely right despite how much you want to argue.

          Anyway, the negative feedback is only going to help me in the end. Going in, I knew there was something wrong with each one but didn’t know what. Now I do. Most of them were quick fixes, which was better than the three extra hours I spent trying to figure out what. Brutal honesty has its place.

As for the roommate situation, the girl from Paris signed a two month loan with somebody else. I’m toying with the idea of trying to rent the room to an international student that’s also interested, but I don’t know if I want to go through the trouble anymore.

          And Friday morning (or afternoon now, I was typing this earlier :P), here I am. I talked to Tim and he made sure to stop by the window to do a force smile by pushing the corners of his lips up. That got me to laugh. Just when I think nobody can surprise me anymore, I get one of those moments. I have to clean up my room and have some kind of event planned before my sister arrives tomorrow morning (actually, it would be cool to go out shopping or go out to dinner I also need to work on the structure of my process folio. The idea is for it to be a box with a lot of different compartments for journals, schedules, finished works, etc. I need to start to assemble it before the end of term-see if there are any major problems. Talking to Riana has also lifted my spirits somewhat. I’ll try to stay hopeful.

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November Starts

Here’s the weekly update:

Halloween proved to be a stay home and watch horror movies occasion. I saw Salem’s Lot (2004 version) and Dracula, the one with Gary Oldman in it. I was a bit exhausted from putting up New York trip posters on the main campus on Friday, so I decided to stay in. I guess I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into when I volunteered, but I don’t regret it. Part of me wants to ask Paul if anybody else as signed up a.k.a, if the notices worked.

(Okay, I just did this and it’s looking kind of slim. Oh well. On a completely different note: we’re going to have a model coming in on Saturday to help students who have missed a drawing class or just want to improve. It’s going to be happening for the rest of the month. I should probably go to get some practice.)

Sunday, I took Josh’s shift. He’s a graduate student that works at the front desk (he’s like Molly’s second in command, Molly being the my boss). The day was pretty calm (it usually is on Sunday), so I got some work done and goofed off reading a book.

Monday, we started a new portrait. This is one will be three classes long. I’ve decided to try a frontal view instead of a profile to add some variety to my work. Gabe let us do some warm ups before starting the real thing, which got mixed results. On one hand, this actually helped me out a lot. I made most of my mistakes first then knew what to do when I hit the original. Still, it looks like her face may be too wide (I always draw people heavier than they look for some reason), so I’ll have to try and correct that tomorrow. For a couple of other people, they had a harder time starting when it came to the real piece after the warm up. I’m talking about peers that are better than me and get this stuff intuitively. Then again, I could only think I’m getting it. All the more reason to look it over Wednesday morning and see. Drawings have a tendency to blind-side you if you don’t take a break and review them.

In Printmaking, we did our etching. Randal walked us through that step-by-step to make sure everybody had a print they could work with. The process needs lights to work. Basically you take an image, photo copy it on to miliare [not sure about that spelling; I’ll have to ask him], place that ink down on the plate, put a sheet of glass on top of both of these to flatten the image out, and expose it to light. The light shines through everywhere the image isn’t and leaves an impression where the light can’t penetrate. My floaral design came out very well. Floral designs aren’t what I generally do so this is a learning experience. On Thursday we’ll be looking at how to change our images (a.k.a introduce them in color or print on some kind of pattern, etc).

In Western Art one, we’re talking about Roman art work from around the beginning of the Common Era. Most of it is political work though we explored the architecture a lot. Talking about it is better than reading about it for me (I have a hard time staying interested and picturing what their saying when an author writes about any kind of architecture). When someone’s talking about it, its more engaging. I think I’ve said this before-I love reading and I’m looking to minor in creative writing, but history texts bore me.

We reviewed for our test in Sociology. I made arrangements to study with Alison at 11 o’ clock on Thursday. Class doesn’t start until 11:30, so that gives us a thirty minute window to check over what we know. She wanted to do something Wednesday, but I have no time whatever so ever tomorrow. That’s the last marathon day because its my last defense class. We’ll be running simulations. I practiced for a while in a spare room this morning, but I have to do a bit more before I got to bed. Some of the moves just feel really awkward when I’m trying to do them…

For Imaging tonight, we’re working on our texture projects and turning in what we have of our processfolio so far. I scanned my old schedules, notes, grabbed my final projects, and some of my collection of images together and put them on a CD (that was all I could fit). I’ve just realized I could point Matt in the direction of this blog, too (its accounting for my daily activities, which is extremely important when it comes to process. Maybe I should write the web address on the CD front.)

On top of all this, my roommate search has gone totally haywire. I’ve been calling people left right up and down over the past couple of weeks and I’m tired of it. The only thing I’ve learned about this whole ordeal is not to deal with international roommates or rental companies when it comes to paperwork. Period. I’ve called my old landlord for a second time with no response. I’m going to wait another week then threaten to get a lawyer. I really don’t want to do that, but it’s money I need for groceries, you know? 

P.S. Why is this always a novel?! I’ve got to learn to cut back.

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