I went to a printmaking meeting today in the central studio and ate yummy pizza and salad. We talked about the printmakers exchange that occurs every year in a different city. The next one in March 2009 is going to be in Chicago. I think I am qualified to go so if I can afford it, I want to sign up for it. I think it's about 2 days of actual printmaking stuff along with demos and topic talks and such. I am looking forward to it :]
Aside from that exciting news, my pointer, middle, and pinky fingers are blistering/bruised from the intense woodblock cutting I did today in class for about 5 hours. I even duct taped my fingers up, but they still got all nasty. I think I'ma go bug Haiasi now for a back massage :D
Jyaaaaa Ne.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Of Interest.
I can't help but notice the way that I have been thinking lately. I feel as if I am losing my mind being put into a semi fine arts school.
With every passing week, I grow tired and bothersome with the material we debate upon. It's pure madness I feel at times. I feel too simple-minded when I walk into discussions about shit I really don't care about.
I feel pressured slightly to conform to the typical art school student who is enriched in thought about de Kooning and the thousands of other artists I have no idea about. I just want to learn about printmaking and get a degree out of it. That's it. I don't want to do galleries and exhibits and print out catalogs that represent my "art." I just want to learn techniques for myself so that I can use it later on in my design work.
Maybe I am getting scared because I feel discouraged. I know that I will be most likely doing a commercial job or futting around in my own studio printing and sewing and making jewelry just for the fun of doing it because I love it. Is that so hard to comprehend? I feel like it is.
I am wondering a lot right now. I think I need sleep. Or food. Food more so I think. My brain hurts.
With every passing week, I grow tired and bothersome with the material we debate upon. It's pure madness I feel at times. I feel too simple-minded when I walk into discussions about shit I really don't care about.
I feel pressured slightly to conform to the typical art school student who is enriched in thought about de Kooning and the thousands of other artists I have no idea about. I just want to learn about printmaking and get a degree out of it. That's it. I don't want to do galleries and exhibits and print out catalogs that represent my "art." I just want to learn techniques for myself so that I can use it later on in my design work.
Maybe I am getting scared because I feel discouraged. I know that I will be most likely doing a commercial job or futting around in my own studio printing and sewing and making jewelry just for the fun of doing it because I love it. Is that so hard to comprehend? I feel like it is.
I am wondering a lot right now. I think I need sleep. Or food. Food more so I think. My brain hurts.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
