I swore I wouldn't stay up this late.
But you know, news.
This week has been weird. I'm struggling to catch up on my final assignment for cartooning class, which is due next week-- incidently it's also my last class. I've really been having trouble keeping afloat this semester for cartooning III. I haven't enjoyed the assignments and my teacher's endless slide shows of 1950s action comics are starting to wear on me. Granted a large portion of cartooning can be found in this genre but it's not the only one and after awhile it's kind of boring. How many comics can one reference about masculine men in tight spandex? I'm probably not illiciting too much sympathy here, but I'm saying it. And can I also say how infuriating it is to constantly have your teacher tell you what your characters are about? Granted I've been struggling with my characters for weeks and I know my teacher is just trying to push me in the right direction, but there have been many times when I've finally started to find a good rhythm for my characters and my teacher will come along and say "no, no-- he needs to be goofier, lazier"...um, okay, but what if I don't want to adhere to the popular stereotype of all hippies? (My character is a hippie).
I'm looking forward to the time off though. A whole month without obligatory assignments. Yippee! Let's hope I actually get some more time to paint finally. I've been putting it off in wake of work and school. I got an interesting proposition the other day in the form a phone call from Sunnybrook. A nurse, probably one I've complained about before, called me at home after seeing my work online (courtesy of my mom) and wants me to give her painting lessons. It's a little weird but I've never been opposed to helping people out who are interested in polishing their craft. I'm flattered that someone thinks of my work enough to expect wisdom out of me but I expect only to share with her what I've learned myself from many night classes and books from the library. This will be the second time this summer I've been asked to instruct someone in art-making.
Still no word yet on whether I will be a participant in this year's Queen west art crawl, but either way I will attend to at least see what kind of work they like to showcase. I'm trying to pull more paintings together to perhaps show at alternative venues if not at Trinity Bellwoods.
Work tomorrow. Wish me luck. Despite my hating it so much, my putting in of extra hours has really started to get me some notice from some higher ups. Plus the money ain't bad neither. Woohoo.
This week has been weird. I'm struggling to catch up on my final assignment for cartooning class, which is due next week-- incidently it's also my last class. I've really been having trouble keeping afloat this semester for cartooning III. I haven't enjoyed the assignments and my teacher's endless slide shows of 1950s action comics are starting to wear on me. Granted a large portion of cartooning can be found in this genre but it's not the only one and after awhile it's kind of boring. How many comics can one reference about masculine men in tight spandex? I'm probably not illiciting too much sympathy here, but I'm saying it. And can I also say how infuriating it is to constantly have your teacher tell you what your characters are about? Granted I've been struggling with my characters for weeks and I know my teacher is just trying to push me in the right direction, but there have been many times when I've finally started to find a good rhythm for my characters and my teacher will come along and say "no, no-- he needs to be goofier, lazier"...um, okay, but what if I don't want to adhere to the popular stereotype of all hippies? (My character is a hippie).
I'm looking forward to the time off though. A whole month without obligatory assignments. Yippee! Let's hope I actually get some more time to paint finally. I've been putting it off in wake of work and school. I got an interesting proposition the other day in the form a phone call from Sunnybrook. A nurse, probably one I've complained about before, called me at home after seeing my work online (courtesy of my mom) and wants me to give her painting lessons. It's a little weird but I've never been opposed to helping people out who are interested in polishing their craft. I'm flattered that someone thinks of my work enough to expect wisdom out of me but I expect only to share with her what I've learned myself from many night classes and books from the library. This will be the second time this summer I've been asked to instruct someone in art-making.
Still no word yet on whether I will be a participant in this year's Queen west art crawl, but either way I will attend to at least see what kind of work they like to showcase. I'm trying to pull more paintings together to perhaps show at alternative venues if not at Trinity Bellwoods.
Work tomorrow. Wish me luck. Despite my hating it so much, my putting in of extra hours has really started to get me some notice from some higher ups. Plus the money ain't bad neither. Woohoo.