January 2010
71 posts
Booked for another art show in June?
Hoooly shit yes.
This makes me want to paint my life away with a big cup of coffee next to me. And my cat, obviously.
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I want a pair of floral tights and a pair of little legs.
Dear old habits,
Please stop driving me insane.
Thank you.
Sculpture, you’re pretty cool.
Our latest project is actually really interesting. Brian gave each of us a word to interpret and relate to the human body. I got ‘air’.
So, obviously, I’m doing a pair of lungs. Even though it’s obvious and expected, I think the subtleties in the work is what makes the most sense to me.
Alveoli are the clusters in the lungs where gas...
Being in a studio blanketed in dust makes me wonder when I, too, will become ashen like the veil of grey powder.
I am beginning to miss saturated colours, and the energy in pencil lines.
I am a shadow with leaden feet and bricks in my brain.
I’ve had the privilege of having an empty studio to myself the last few days, and it has granted me a whole new perspective on sculpture.
I wish I could say I produced a masterpiece, but my skill working with clay still parallels that of an infant.
I am however, leaps and bounds out of my comfort zone. It’s quite rewarding seeing your sketchy thoughts turn into a tangible work of art...
Wait, clay and plaster in my nails?
Shit, I was totally productive in studio. My human-like thing is looking a lot more like an alien than I intended, but I suppose we are quite alien looking in the first place.
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“The sickness- the nausea-
The pitiless pain- Have ceased, with the fever That maddened my brain- With the fever called “Living” That burned in my brain.”
Edgar Allan Poe, you are a marvel.
This is from the poem, “For Annie”. I need to reread his works.
Hm, what a good bed time read that will be.
cry and sleep and draw and draw and draw.
I was blown away by an art show put on by a creative arts class in the city. It really made me question the work I’m doing in my studio class.
As frustrated as I am, I’m so excited to work.
My brain is sizzling with rage and new ideas.
draw and draw and draw
and draw.
I feel like I should be posting more of my own stuff.
I will eventually.
i’m not a fucking chew toy.