I'll try to be more generous.
Presented my work today in my Junior Seminar class, and I think it went well. As I mentioned in my post when I first came back from the UK, I honestly feel like I have figured out where I'm coming from. I presented the main three works I made in England: This is for you, ...Remember What It Was, and True Stories & Songs For The British. Not consciously did I choose the work I did last semester, they just seem to be the most honest and true work I've done so far.
What I'm realizing is how I feel like I've put my work, this pathway I figured out, on hold since I've come back to MICA. I am in no independent classes, the work schedule makes it so I cannot focus on one piece and give it great care, and I don't think the professors care enough to allow you to make your own work, anyways. People consistently tell me that, no no no, you can pass your own work off as an assignment, but I'm tired of having to trick my educational system into teaching me what I want. This system isn't allowing us to think.
Those three works, man. I could talk about them for a long time. When Junior Seminar is over I hope to upload the presentation online for you guys to read, I am very proud of it.
But I haven't made any work lately that I feel is of any importance. They're just getting me by, getting the grade. And it's nice to play around, I like to do that, but I'm at the place where I want to focus and not be distracted by assignments. Well, summer is soon. We'll see what kind of work that'll give me.
This journal has become a place where I occasionally come by and talk a little too seriously about my artistic convictions, hasn't it? I'm drinking iced tea and eating jelly beans right now, wearing black skinny jeans for the first time in my life, in my apartment in Baltimore with the window open and cool air gently wafting in. It's a lazy afternoon before Spring Break, and I'm thinking that after I post this I pop in the new Mountain Goats album I haven't listened to yet, close my eyes, and give it the undivided attention it deserves.
What I'm realizing is how I feel like I've put my work, this pathway I figured out, on hold since I've come back to MICA. I am in no independent classes, the work schedule makes it so I cannot focus on one piece and give it great care, and I don't think the professors care enough to allow you to make your own work, anyways. People consistently tell me that, no no no, you can pass your own work off as an assignment, but I'm tired of having to trick my educational system into teaching me what I want. This system isn't allowing us to think.
Those three works, man. I could talk about them for a long time. When Junior Seminar is over I hope to upload the presentation online for you guys to read, I am very proud of it.
But I haven't made any work lately that I feel is of any importance. They're just getting me by, getting the grade. And it's nice to play around, I like to do that, but I'm at the place where I want to focus and not be distracted by assignments. Well, summer is soon. We'll see what kind of work that'll give me.
This journal has become a place where I occasionally come by and talk a little too seriously about my artistic convictions, hasn't it? I'm drinking iced tea and eating jelly beans right now, wearing black skinny jeans for the first time in my life, in my apartment in Baltimore with the window open and cool air gently wafting in. It's a lazy afternoon before Spring Break, and I'm thinking that after I post this I pop in the new Mountain Goats album I haven't listened to yet, close my eyes, and give it the undivided attention it deserves.