Nowhere to run from the eyes that undress you.
Burning the Vapors
It's been a crazy two weeks. The best was when everyone, and I mean everyone came out to the opening of the Senior Show. It was so much fun seeing so many people that I haven't seen in a while. My parents even came out to show their support. I can't say this graduationg class displayed wonderful art. In fact very little of it was visually stimulating and none of it, including my own would hang in a real gallery. We all have issues of some sort to work out in our art before fully pursuing that. However, it was great getting positive feedback on my works. Particularly the one I had in the Union that I spent so long on and put so much thought into. It really paid off, though it didn't sell. But I'm actually glad it didn't because I want to hang it in my future apartment. The other one I couldn't give a shit about anymore. I spent too long on it and didn't care at all about it. Lately I;ve been getting more compliments on a particular style of art I've been developing. I won't describe it here and now nor willl I give it a name just yet, but it's a nice feeling when you're recognized as developing a series by various individuals. Especially when you're told you may get into a gallery via one of them. I had completely forgotten about trying to have work displayed because of my never-ending push to get a job and move out. I forgot about one of the things that I enjoy most about creating art, getting recognition.
My last project for GD II was to create a design for a music cd. I picked Ryan's demo for several reasons. The music was awesome and sure one could say I'm just saying it because I'm his g-friend, but when it comes down toit, I am a true musician and I will let someone have it with both barrels when their shit fuckin stinks. Yes I hear things that might be improved upon in later recordings, but it is of course a demo cd done in a recording studio that was less than perfect. Thus, I was inspired to create a design worthy of said music. Said design for the booklet and traycard in itself took about 25 hours (no joke kiddies). The cd label didn't take quite that long nor did the inside of the booklet. So I was pretty fried Monday cause I had stayed up until 7am working and trying to send the finished files to the printer, meeting with little sucess. Uploading it to a Yahoo briefcase to be collected. Went down to pick them up that evening and found out the booklet cover was missing. erg So after din din, went back down to the print place and had that and the color proofs printed and went home, but got semi lost on the way back cause I took 40 instead of 70 and got semi confused but figured out where 695 was from 40 anyway. Good sense of direction I guess. Then got up at 7am to go to work. See that's what is so bad. Going ot bed at 7am and then getting up at 7am. erg erg So I got my A in Illustration as the final last night consisted of us mostly being told never to stop making art for our portfolios. No dip Sherlock, as if I'm gonna get out of school and just fuckin stop making art . . . right. Planet of the Morons I guess. Today was interesting. I had a nightmare last night and felt hopelessly lost waking up around oh noon. I need(ed) the sleep very badly. Cut out my artwork and worked on the layout for my multimedia portfolio. Dropped off my work to be graded and later picked them up and got my grade . . B in GD II. I guess thats ok, I don't understand why people force me to keep a "journal" on my artwork. Obviously I talk about it if it means something to me. If it's a dumb assignment I don't care. I can talk about it irregardless of my writing about it when I'm in an interview situation. Honestly, this is not high school and as of Friday I will be a college graduate, hell I am now I don;t have to go to the last class to pass, though I wouldn't miss a final unless I was dead or dying.
Went to Otto w/Carrie and Katie and had a good time. I'm glad I got to spend time with them and it felt so good to get out of this freakin cage. I spend to many waking hours in this one room working on art. The only drawback was my state of accute awareness of a slew of guys checking me out and a couple of them hitting on me. ugh. Not very good looking either. Made me miss Ryan, and although I wanted to see him, I just wanted to be at the Otto having good tiimes with the girls tonight. I think about how I was getting oggled by the guys there and I know I didn't see any girls that looked remotely like me. I wonder of they thought of me as some exotic flower? Nah, prob just the huge tracks o' land. Dumb guys. Still the reinforcement of what I hear from my b-friend (that I'm pretty etc.) is a good thing, but I feel really uncomfortable when it happens. I got bored at one point and pulled my tiny sketch pad out and started on some demonic old coot. Three minutes into that I see out of the corner of my eye a pair of legs come over and stop just beind me. I waited another minute and then looked to see who owned the legs. Just some random guy looking as I was drawing who had been waiting for that opening to hit on me. Grreat. That'll teach me for getting bored and drawing anywhere in public ever again . . . right don't believe that one for a second folks. So Carrie and I headed back and here I am getting ready to do some clean up on a Flash project before bed. I can't wait til tonight, cause I get to hang with the guys and listen to their band's awesome music oh and by the way see the guy I love.
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