|I take too many pictures of the ocean for my own good.|
Also, remember that journal concerning me making a blog? It’s almost ready, just needing a name. Give me a note if you want the address to my blog, and I’ll link you up once I get the blog going. If I could, I’d post it on here and only make it visible to friends, period. However, there’s a good deal of persons(especially in the literature crowd) here that I do not want mucking around. So note me, and I’ll get back to you soon. I’m hoping Wednesday or Friday.
School has started again. I love my classes a ton. Each professor of mine is chill, and more interested in discussion than drilling into our heads stuff we do not necessarily care about. I have always preferred these sorts of teachers. I’m not lazy, but talking about actual lessons and how we can actually use them is so much more valuable than taking copious notes. I only have two classes with examinations this semester, too. Score!
Also, my graphic design class is the culprit for a lack of activity or focus on other studies. I find the class very easy, but it has a hefty workload. I spent this past weekend plowing through assignments so I’d be a week or so ahead of this monster. But just in case you’re wondering why I seem dead or I’m behind in comments and whatnot.
With a talk to someone high up on the first day of the semester, I also decided that I will not pursue the BFA. There’s multiple reasons. Originally, I was told over the phone that my degree would only show “graphic design” if I did the BFA program for it. This is not the case. I was also told that I could apply and be accepted for the BFA this March, and start next semester. That is false. I would only be able to apply in my third semester here because of my transfer status, and would need two extra semesters to graduate at that point no matter what. Finally, I would not be able to get my minor in professional writing because the BFA program is too intense and has too many requirements. With all three of these issues cleared up, the decision became a lot clearer. I only wanted the BFA initially for my degree being on the paper itself, and since I just want to be done asap, and because I want to be useful in more than artistic ability for the world of jobs – I’m just getting a BA. I wish the people I spoke to actually knew what they were talking about in the first place.
There’s just one issue this semester…
My Figure Drawing class. It is very true that now I can draw body frames in proportion now. I am immeasurably happy that after trying to learn for so long, my first day in this class has hammered in and made natural the ability to draw a basic person. It’s refreshing to know that now I have no restrictions on what I can draw, minus practicing to improve. We use charcoal pencils for most of our drawing. I've barely used the pencil version, but it is fun so far... except I seem to be devouring them because I've already had to purchase five more! My professor attended the Otis Center under some prodigies as well, and his teaching is extraordinarily clear. He even has us learn muscle and bone structures so that our work can be as realistic as possible. Additionally, he will tell us all about his life experiences and thoughts as he walks around the room observing our works-in-progress. He is an utterly fascinating professor, and I think I will be quite sad if I cannot take a class with him again.
Now, the hard part is mainly in my mind. You see, just about everyone in there has already been able to draw people, at least the ten people who I’ve successfully spoke to(out of thirty). It’s just a horrible rift of loneliness. No one else is amazed by what we learn because it’s not new to anyone else. And it’s a big no-no for artists, but I can’t help feeling an unbearable weight when during sessions with a model I am just getting done with the frame and others are through with blocking in shades and are detailing. I know it’s because I’m new to this, but it’s just so hard to take when I don’t seem to belong in any other student’s level. I’ve never been alone in a class like this before; even in math, there was always someone fighting as hard as I was to do well.
It’s really my incredible professor keeping me sane in there. Even though we do a critique at the end of the class, he is always uplifting and doesn’t drag my work down in comparing it to others. Even though I do the best I can and come up short with my classmates’ work, he still asks me to answer questions and do work on the chalkboard. Even though I can’t complete a piece with the time given, he still says I am doing good, and that he liked what I got done. And most importantly, he teases me. Through the many great art teachers I’ve had all my life, I’ve learned that the best ones will always tease.
Anyway, hooray for school!
The Everything(kind of) Meme
Here’s the… I have no idea what sort of title to give this meme, but GrimFace242 tagged me, so here goes!:
Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page eighteen, and find line four.
“[Observational drawing] teaches you to understand and manipulate perspective…”
Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you reach?
My graphic design textbook and its respective notebook. And my dog on my lap.
What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Uhm… three weeks ago I watched another episode of X-Files. Thank you, Netflix!
Without looking guess what time it is.
Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
9:27. Usually I never guessimate time well.
With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
A freaking tv somewhere(ugh) our heater making the house livable, and my dog sleeping.
When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Last night around 8, I was heading home out of my long day at school. Not so fun to run around campus with how I have to hold my art portfolio, though. I think that thing is two-thirds as heavily as me.
Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Youtube videos of cute animals intermingled with Slender Man. What else would I look at?
(by the way, thanks for the reminder about Be a Critic!)
What are you wearing?
My Ministry of Silly Walks shirt and shorts, the classic pajama combo. No judging – I have nowhere to go till evening and am hauling out seven hours of homework today.
Did you dream last night?
I dream every night. In last night’s dream, I lived on the Alaskan coast, but there was never snow and it was sunny. I wanted to canoe between these mountains that rose up out of the ocean so I could “fix” the Aurora Borealis. A train driver in town wouldn’t let me because I wasn’t powerful enough. So I hiked down into a cave and an old woman trained me – in controlling beads. I came back to town and purchased as many beads as I could fit in my canoe, but that stupid train driver wouldn’t let me get into my canoe for some reason. So I threw a fit, made all the thousands of beads come to life and destroy everything, and bought some ice skates. I woke up when one of my animate bear beads ate me. D:
When did you last laugh?
Yesterday, at my incredible figure drawing teacher. I busted my thumb with the exacto knife two days in a row. Awesome professor keeps bandaids in his wallet for more accident-prone students, and he said I was digging a hole in his first aid kit.
What are on the walls of the room you are in?
Just my Pokemon poster I’ve had seen I was six. No big deal.
Seen anything weird lately?
In one of my art classes we examined hyper-realism. It is weird to see, but I actually really like that genre of art.
What do you think of this quiz?
Well, Grimmsy took it, so it can’t be too bad.
What was the last film you saw?
I finally watched Batman Begins in the Dark Knight Trilogy. Everything makes a lot more sense when you watch from the beginning.
If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
Not buy per se, but erase all of owed money on house, car, school, bills, etc. my family has to deal with. Then I’d buy a fox kit and a butler to carry my stuff on campus for me(lazy).
Tell me something about you that I don’t know.
I am really bad at telling people if I don’t want to be around them. In the past it has made me stick around far too long and bear too much drama and guilt. I wish I knew how to tell the truth in those situations, but I also hate making others sad.
If you could change one thing about the world…
I’d get people to think logically again, so that actual, good changes can occur. You can’t make good decisions even on a personal level if you don’t think straight.
… is a politician. Hooray? (no, seriously. What else am I supposed to say?)
Imagine your first child is a girl. What do you call her?
Cosette, or Xenia.
Imagine your first child is a boy. What do you call him?
Xander. Or Zander. I love x’s, z’s and v’s.
Would you ever consider living abroad?
For a short time, yes. It wouldn’t pay to become a citizen of another country with how things are, but living abroad would certainly give me the chance to explore the world. I envy people with the funds to do so.
What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly gates?
Ah, figuratives… well, I’m pretty sure that since God created man in his image, He also created hugs. So He must have the best hugs. I just want the most amazing hug ever!
Tag six people who must also do this in their journal: