similar skin
I stayed up fairly late las night drawing the beginning of a large nude self-portrait. There's still charcoal dust trapped in my cuticles.
This morning when I was dropping off my salad at the Art Annex building I noticed that someone emptied the kiln that my class had fired our work in. I'm not really pleased with the one ceramics piece I made (the one with the snake painted on it), but I like the other one. It's about 10-12 inches tall and has a black glaze interior with a blue glaze on the outside layered over black engobe.
Don complimented me on experimenting with the glazes and application. "But one of these days you're piece is going to crack."
The shrug was in my tone. "I'll make another one."
I might do a raku firing today and I'll stay a few hours extra to finish up our third project. My next painting assignment starts on Thursday, I think. Trompe l'oeil, which literally means "to fool the eye", if I remember correctly from art history class.
Then there's the SPDA meeting at 5.
Hopefully Mira will be able to hire me this summer and the next school year. If she doesn't, I don't think it'll be a personal issue. Just the same, I need to quit my job at the hospital soon because we're having transportation issues around here.
Frank called from Kansas. He's doing well. Appreciating having a little more flexibility in his schedule after spending all that time in basic training. He said he's going to get orion's belt tattooed onto him soon - similar to mine - so that whenever he sees it he'll think of me and remember "better things" while he's in Iraq.
I know he's 18 now, but whenever I think of Frank I see us in Jersey pretending to surf on our little body boards. I see Mike and Sean posing for a picture by the beach. I see us eating cake with our hands at the ball park.
We were still afraid back then. We grew up in a tough neighborhood where we had no illusions about our safety from death and rape and violence. We traveled in groups with the other kids because we knew our chances were better that way. Our shadows shook while we walked with our chins up and hands ready.
But we are not afraid anymore.
[And maybe that's why I want to go...]
This morning when I was dropping off my salad at the Art Annex building I noticed that someone emptied the kiln that my class had fired our work in. I'm not really pleased with the one ceramics piece I made (the one with the snake painted on it), but I like the other one. It's about 10-12 inches tall and has a black glaze interior with a blue glaze on the outside layered over black engobe.
Don complimented me on experimenting with the glazes and application. "But one of these days you're piece is going to crack."
The shrug was in my tone. "I'll make another one."
I might do a raku firing today and I'll stay a few hours extra to finish up our third project. My next painting assignment starts on Thursday, I think. Trompe l'oeil, which literally means "to fool the eye", if I remember correctly from art history class.
Then there's the SPDA meeting at 5.
Hopefully Mira will be able to hire me this summer and the next school year. If she doesn't, I don't think it'll be a personal issue. Just the same, I need to quit my job at the hospital soon because we're having transportation issues around here.
Frank called from Kansas. He's doing well. Appreciating having a little more flexibility in his schedule after spending all that time in basic training. He said he's going to get orion's belt tattooed onto him soon - similar to mine - so that whenever he sees it he'll think of me and remember "better things" while he's in Iraq.
I know he's 18 now, but whenever I think of Frank I see us in Jersey pretending to surf on our little body boards. I see Mike and Sean posing for a picture by the beach. I see us eating cake with our hands at the ball park.
We were still afraid back then. We grew up in a tough neighborhood where we had no illusions about our safety from death and rape and violence. We traveled in groups with the other kids because we knew our chances were better that way. Our shadows shook while we walked with our chins up and hands ready.
But we are not afraid anymore.
[And maybe that's why I want to go...]