A pitifully vague idea is better than a dead end
Printmaking went well today, which cheered me up considerably. I've finally managed to produce a photo-etched plate that looks a lot like I intended it to look. My teacher was skeptical when he looked at it, telling me that the etch wasn't deep enough, the aquatint coverage possibly inadequate. But when I proofed it, it looked good. Ha.
I'm thinking maybe I'll use it to do the required dozen prints for the print exchange, since it's easier to ink than the wave-shaped plate, and the image looks generally better. Man, I'm dreading this dozen prints. Between the ink and the Thanksgiving grapefruit my hands are very sore again. Stupid deadly citrus fruit. Stupid allergy to protective gloves. Grr. Ow.
Anyway, the print:
(This isn't a particularly good picture. The print is somewhat warped, and the perspective is all wonky. Oh well.)
I still don't know about my propaganda project. I did finally do the obvious thing tonight, and asked the Professor for help. (Why didn't I do that before, when I would have had some vacation time to actually work on it? Well, probably because I wasn't in any shape do do anything with help even if I got some.) At any rate, I talked to him on the phone for a very long time tonight, and some of the things he said have maybe pointed me in a better direction. Whether I'll be able to turn these vague ideas into anything solid by the end of the semester remains to be seen, but I am feeling very slightly less doomed than I was yesterday.
Now if only the nightmares would leave me alone. Grr, and of course going to class tomorrow is likely to shut my brain down completely, since it always does. Still, today was a little better, and that has to count for something.
I'm thinking maybe I'll use it to do the required dozen prints for the print exchange, since it's easier to ink than the wave-shaped plate, and the image looks generally better. Man, I'm dreading this dozen prints. Between the ink and the Thanksgiving grapefruit my hands are very sore again. Stupid deadly citrus fruit. Stupid allergy to protective gloves. Grr. Ow.
Anyway, the print:
(This isn't a particularly good picture. The print is somewhat warped, and the perspective is all wonky. Oh well.)
I still don't know about my propaganda project. I did finally do the obvious thing tonight, and asked the Professor for help. (Why didn't I do that before, when I would have had some vacation time to actually work on it? Well, probably because I wasn't in any shape do do anything with help even if I got some.) At any rate, I talked to him on the phone for a very long time tonight, and some of the things he said have maybe pointed me in a better direction. Whether I'll be able to turn these vague ideas into anything solid by the end of the semester remains to be seen, but I am feeling very slightly less doomed than I was yesterday.
Now if only the nightmares would leave me alone. Grr, and of course going to class tomorrow is likely to shut my brain down completely, since it always does. Still, today was a little better, and that has to count for something.