In the last two weeks I've gone to four different galleries, which is probably more than I've been to in the whole previous year. I'm kind of overwhelmed by the sheer saturation of it right now, and I haven't been keeping up with typing journal entries because I've been too tired and depressed. Also, I suspect I'm embarrassed to write reviews or ( Read more... )

My Contemporary Art History class is evidently going to involve visiting a lot of galleries. That could be interesting, and if nothing else, walking around town is generally nicer than sitting in a classroom looking at slides and failing to stay awake. Today we went to one of the many galleries in Pioneer Square. From there it was convenient to ( Read more... )

There's nothing particularly wrong with being a sell-out, I wouldn't say. The whole point of being a sell-out is that it pays off, whether financially or in some other way.

No, the bad thing is to be an unsuccessful sell-out. Then you just end up looking like the kind of girl who goes around chasing the popular guy and dressing in clothes that ( Read more... )

Back to the print studio today to work on my other edition of three. It turned into an edition of five, so I could make sure I ended up with three that were more or less the same. However, I think they're probably all similar enough to count. I'm still not entirely happy with the wretched thing, but it's done enough for class credit, so now I can ( Read more... )

"My doctor says that I have a malformed public duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fiber," he muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."
— Ford Prefect, in Life, the Universe, and Everything, by Douglas Adams

Poll Goodbye, Cruel Design WorldIt's really fairly painful and wrenching that it has come to this. Still, it seems like there are ( Read more... )

Damn and blast it, I wish my nose would stop running. I am feeling less floaty and feverish, at least ( Read more... )

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Still sick. Still working on 'zine. The teacher tells us to make sure our final pages are mounted on a size of board that will fit into our (future) portfolios, but I can't imagine any circumstances in which I would actually include this stuff in anything I was planning to show to someone. Maybe someday I will make a parody portfolio of things I ( Read more... )

To be an artist, you take a giant crap, and sign your name on it.

To be a graphic designer, you stick your finger down your throat.

Oh, and there is a bridge. I'd forgotten. It's conveniently located above the parking lot of Adobe, for maximum poetic justice and/or social commentary.

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