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The other day my friend Becky and I made a bag.
We made some other stuff, such as a brush holder for a friend of ours, but I'll try to get those pictures later.
Other than that, no new creative processes have taken hold of me. I want to work on some photo essays though...I have a couple of ideas, but I'm not sure they are possible. Oh well. We'll find out.
For some reason I've been really exhausted today. And lately I've been craving sweets and sugar. Will the madness ever stop?
I'm working on an assemblage piece for my sculpture class, which is exaclty what it sounds like. Finding interesting objects and assembling them in a way that makes a sculpture. Or even a statement. Originally, I had wanted to do a piece on globalization with a kind of 'raping' of the bento box, but I realized that I would run short on time. So I opted for this other project instead. I'll post some pictures when I'm done, although I'm really not that confident with it. Compared to others in the class, I feel as if my work is too simple. I also have a hard time assembling words into a cohesive block that identify what I seek to address. So, when it's my turn to speak, the following happens:
-I can't hear myself talk because I'm so nervous; so I start to ramble
-I start to hear myself talk, and realize I'm rambling, so the room gets really hot, and I can feel my cheeks burn and my hair frizz.
-I try to make up for the rambling by saying something insightful
-then, usually those insightful words never come, so either I tell my teacher that that was all, or my teacher continues to move on while still confused about what the hell I was trying to say.
Some other crap happened today that kind of made me angry, but I will reserve that entry for a future time. I'm dead tired, and I'll be lucky if I even get close to sleeping like a log, so I better start the long and tedious process of trying to fall asleep.
Saw a copy of GU by the way and it was pretty awesome. I showed it to some people in my art class, and got some people convinced that they should buy their own copy. I wish that I was somehow involved, sorry, that may come off sounding selfish, but who doesn't want to be part of a good thing right? I remember trying to come up with a 'zine. Seems not worth it anymore, at least not until I can actually afford to stop working for a while and concentrate on putting a decent portfolio together for myself. Ahhh. Dreams. Sometimes they're nice to have. Other times I swear to god they contribute to this over all feeling of being made to walk forward in a life where the air is maple syrup, and I have no limbs.
le sigh.
We made some other stuff, such as a brush holder for a friend of ours, but I'll try to get those pictures later.
Other than that, no new creative processes have taken hold of me. I want to work on some photo essays though...I have a couple of ideas, but I'm not sure they are possible. Oh well. We'll find out.
For some reason I've been really exhausted today. And lately I've been craving sweets and sugar. Will the madness ever stop?
I'm working on an assemblage piece for my sculpture class, which is exaclty what it sounds like. Finding interesting objects and assembling them in a way that makes a sculpture. Or even a statement. Originally, I had wanted to do a piece on globalization with a kind of 'raping' of the bento box, but I realized that I would run short on time. So I opted for this other project instead. I'll post some pictures when I'm done, although I'm really not that confident with it. Compared to others in the class, I feel as if my work is too simple. I also have a hard time assembling words into a cohesive block that identify what I seek to address. So, when it's my turn to speak, the following happens:
-I can't hear myself talk because I'm so nervous; so I start to ramble
-I start to hear myself talk, and realize I'm rambling, so the room gets really hot, and I can feel my cheeks burn and my hair frizz.
-I try to make up for the rambling by saying something insightful
-then, usually those insightful words never come, so either I tell my teacher that that was all, or my teacher continues to move on while still confused about what the hell I was trying to say.
Some other crap happened today that kind of made me angry, but I will reserve that entry for a future time. I'm dead tired, and I'll be lucky if I even get close to sleeping like a log, so I better start the long and tedious process of trying to fall asleep.
Saw a copy of GU by the way and it was pretty awesome. I showed it to some people in my art class, and got some people convinced that they should buy their own copy. I wish that I was somehow involved, sorry, that may come off sounding selfish, but who doesn't want to be part of a good thing right? I remember trying to come up with a 'zine. Seems not worth it anymore, at least not until I can actually afford to stop working for a while and concentrate on putting a decent portfolio together for myself. Ahhh. Dreams. Sometimes they're nice to have. Other times I swear to god they contribute to this over all feeling of being made to walk forward in a life where the air is maple syrup, and I have no limbs.
le sigh.