I got up at 9:30 AM because I didnt have to leave to get to the bus until 12:40 so I figured that it wouldn't take me that long to get dressed and get over there; so I did wake up at 9:30 and just kinda' mosied my way around finding an outfit to wear and brusing my teeth and all that good stuff. I don't think I even listened to music this morning! After I got dressed and ready and stuff I signed into my messengers on my computer and then went and got my school bag ready. It was nice, because, I didn't have to have a huge drawing isle with me or an extra- bulky jacket to keep me warm for my astronomy lab. All I needed was my bag, and that was REALLY convenient. It's the only day of the week I get to do that...Tuesdays.
I got online and Carlo got online shortly before I had to get going to catch my bus. I showed him this website layout before I had anything typed and I sent him the link to the website about the convention and he seemed impressed by it. I'm thinking that I might send another very, very short letter to whom Carlo told me to write and give the address to the site and stuff so that she can see that I am really very serious about trying to make this work and that I'm not just some naive 18 year-old girl trying to have a party in Las Vegas. It felt nice that Carlo seemed impressed. Hopefully Celine will be impressed with the idea. Who knows! I only had about six minutes to talk to him so I wished him a good last day of vacation and then had to be off to catch my bus. I got there with just the perfect amount of time to wait for the bus. I didn't have to wait long at all!
IN sculpture, today, we had out intro to abstract sculpture. He went around and dumped scraps of wood onto each table and then told us we had two minutes to stack a sculpture that represented or portrayed a certain word. He gave four easy words where we had to all do the same word. Afterwards people would have to walk around and choose which sculptures they felt brought out teh word the best... which one evoked the most of that emotion. Out of four words, four different sculptures, someone chose mine three times! That made me feel nice. That was the easy words. He did three sets of medium difficulty. He gave us three words to choose from each time, gave us two minutes to make it and then to browse around other peoples. That time we had to know what color we would paint it and why we would paint it that or those colors. Two out of three times, my sculpture was chosen by someone to represent a certain feeling and people had to say what colors they imagined. The difficult level he gave one set of three difficult, meaningful words. He told the class that this time whoever was chosen would have to say their colors and from that the people would have to guess what word they chose. My teahcer said he wanted to start with mine so I said teh colors and he asked "how many of you think this is forlorn?" A majority of the people raised their hands. "How many of you think this is forsaken?" A smaller portion of people chose that as their choise of what they thought it represented. "Anyone think this is forgiveness?" Only one person raised their hand and they were right it was that. And that was the goal. if your art is realyl good and it is abstract only a few very critical thinkers are going to really grasp your work so that was nice. I liked that one so I'm actually painting and making it! I stayed after class and started working and a girl in the advanced class came up to me and seriously wanted me to help her do some wording on one of her things that will be used for the bronze class. The people in the advanced class like to talk to me and watch me work, which HAS to be a good thing. But the thing that kind of bums me out is that artists think their work is the greatest and that it is so meaningful. They are almost arrogant to a point. I don't think that is my niche because I don't think that way. Often times I don't like my work and it takes about 10 people telling me that they like it for me to like it as well. The people in my art class, especially the experienced artists, annoy me to death almost. They envoke a feeling of anger which is why I don't think I could be one. They tend to think very similarly and I don't know if I could ever think like that.
Drawing it is sort of the same thing. My teacher is rather impressed with what I'm doing with no previous experience, which feels really nice but again, the kind of people that i see in my classes I don't know if I fit in with them.
I'm going to go and do a little... review for "A New Day..." and talk to a few friends. it's getting late and I should be in bed pretty soon!
Thanks for readin'!
Marisa