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I'm going home in 18 hours. I'm so relieved, I've been so stressed out... Yesterday I left my room at 10:30am after waking up, came back to the room once at noon for 15 minutes to pick up some things, and then didn't return until 4am. I started getting a migraine at about 11 that night while reading/taking notes in the library, which was full-blown by 1am. So I was standing on a stool, putting the coils on the top of my 3-foot ceramics piece, and chanting to myself oh god don't throw up here, don't fall over, just finish.
After that I went to printmaking to finish the project that's due after long weekend. It's fucking crazy, born out of how tired and in pain I was. Before I was getting comments about how violent my image is, now I'm probably going to get the what the hell is wrong with you comments. Maybe Thorsten will write on my evaluation that I'm bad shit crazy like my painting teacher did.
Even if hypothetically she is right about me, who fucking cares? Good art comes from crazy people. If I'm crazy, I'm happy- that means maybe there's hope for my art.
Speaking of which, I was thinking of pushing the violence and hostility more. I kind of want people to look at my art and assume that somebody male made it. I always hate this sort of gender seperation, but it happens, it is. I want people to think it's so merciless, so cruel as to make them automatically attribute it to a male sensibility. And maybe that's where the crazy comes in. Also maybe the fact that most of my work contains some... uncomfortable imagery.
My latest work is an alligator with human arms and hands sort of disintegrating (Thorsten used the word "exploding) into scribbles and flakes and spikes in the back. Somebody said the way the arms attached to the alligator looked awkward to them. Another person said well how the hell are human arms supposed to attach to an alligator. After one girl looked at the piece, I saw her raise her eyebrows at another. I don't know what that means, but it's certainly a reaction I like.
I want to totally bust the usual Bennington system where everything is conceptualized. So when asked what it meant, I just said it's a mashup of what interests me in my own work. What I like drawing, what I think about, what pops out onto the paper.
So for the project that I completed last night, Thorsten asked us to etch our plates two more times- and the alligator went from disturbing to off-my-rocker. I don't even want to describe- it was all free hand. I even wrote on the plate backwards. Just to do it. I really like incorporating text, but I do it rarely since it just invites more talk of the "conceptual" aspect.
Yeah. So I'm going back to my boring boring essay.
After that I went to printmaking to finish the project that's due after long weekend. It's fucking crazy, born out of how tired and in pain I was. Before I was getting comments about how violent my image is, now I'm probably going to get the what the hell is wrong with you comments. Maybe Thorsten will write on my evaluation that I'm bad shit crazy like my painting teacher did.
Even if hypothetically she is right about me, who fucking cares? Good art comes from crazy people. If I'm crazy, I'm happy- that means maybe there's hope for my art.
Speaking of which, I was thinking of pushing the violence and hostility more. I kind of want people to look at my art and assume that somebody male made it. I always hate this sort of gender seperation, but it happens, it is. I want people to think it's so merciless, so cruel as to make them automatically attribute it to a male sensibility. And maybe that's where the crazy comes in. Also maybe the fact that most of my work contains some... uncomfortable imagery.
My latest work is an alligator with human arms and hands sort of disintegrating (Thorsten used the word "exploding) into scribbles and flakes and spikes in the back. Somebody said the way the arms attached to the alligator looked awkward to them. Another person said well how the hell are human arms supposed to attach to an alligator. After one girl looked at the piece, I saw her raise her eyebrows at another. I don't know what that means, but it's certainly a reaction I like.
I want to totally bust the usual Bennington system where everything is conceptualized. So when asked what it meant, I just said it's a mashup of what interests me in my own work. What I like drawing, what I think about, what pops out onto the paper.
So for the project that I completed last night, Thorsten asked us to etch our plates two more times- and the alligator went from disturbing to off-my-rocker. I don't even want to describe- it was all free hand. I even wrote on the plate backwards. Just to do it. I really like incorporating text, but I do it rarely since it just invites more talk of the "conceptual" aspect.
Yeah. So I'm going back to my boring boring essay.