Bitches get shit DONE!
sigh... thanks, Drama. THANK YOU SO MUCH for waiting until AFTER my show to rear your appalling head. How thoughtful of you. I appreciate it much.
Kisses,
Maddy
No, you know what? I've STILL got a nice buzz going courtesy of the events of Friday night, I enjoyed a full day of NOTHING yesterday, and it's still fucking gorgeous outside, so it's all good really...
...My show... MY SHOW... wow... it's almost anticlimactic in a way. Over three weeks of feeling emotionally and physically drained to the point where I broke down in tears Friday because I couldn't get into my apartment to take my first shower of the day at 6:00 pm, all of that for two measly hours, which went by in one gigantic BLUR...
... But it was totally worth it. Sure, I overshot myself once again. Hanging was such a chore for me. I was down to the wire on EVERYTHING. I didn't get any of my side projects done, not even the character sheets which I was so set on and REALLY wanted to put up there. But, you know what? I'm okay with that, because an artist doesn't need gimicky shit like a fancy mock-up or a making-of book to attract their audience (nor do they need professionally, perfectly cut mats like a certain someone who I've ranted about enough to people on Friday afternoon). I was really, REALLY nervous about showing my art off in a public space, I didn't think it looked that great until the glass went up over it. THEN it looked fucking professional, crappy-matting aside...
... I received SO MUCH positive feedback from people, even those I barely knew/didn't know at all. One guy actually interrupted my conversation to tell me how awesome my art looked, which was perfectly fine with me! Seeing my parents there, my dad telling me how proud he was, my mom all snap-happy with the camera, even my brother was mildly impressed by everything (as far as teenage boys go, that's as impressed at they get I suppose). My aunt, the only extended family I've ever deeply connected with, took one look at my wall and told me she was going to cry. FEEDBACK CAN'T GET MUCH BETTER THAN THAT PEOPLE!
... My only regret for the evening was not seeing Emily, my "co-star" as it were. I didn't expect her and Nate to stay the entire time, but apparently I missed them whilst I was still in my room getting ready... the whole locked apartment thing didn't help my schedule. I was really looking forward to seeing her reaction, because she has the best reactions ever. But now I guess I'll have to hunt her down and make her re-enact it for me...
... Looking at my wall, and through the portfolio I had to set up for it, I've done some really good shit in these past four years. I think art school was the best choice for me, and I couldn't have better spent my college career anywhere else. Liberal arts? BITCH PLZ!
Kisses,
Maddy
No, you know what? I've STILL got a nice buzz going courtesy of the events of Friday night, I enjoyed a full day of NOTHING yesterday, and it's still fucking gorgeous outside, so it's all good really...
...My show... MY SHOW... wow... it's almost anticlimactic in a way. Over three weeks of feeling emotionally and physically drained to the point where I broke down in tears Friday because I couldn't get into my apartment to take my first shower of the day at 6:00 pm, all of that for two measly hours, which went by in one gigantic BLUR...
... But it was totally worth it. Sure, I overshot myself once again. Hanging was such a chore for me. I was down to the wire on EVERYTHING. I didn't get any of my side projects done, not even the character sheets which I was so set on and REALLY wanted to put up there. But, you know what? I'm okay with that, because an artist doesn't need gimicky shit like a fancy mock-up or a making-of book to attract their audience (nor do they need professionally, perfectly cut mats like a certain someone who I've ranted about enough to people on Friday afternoon). I was really, REALLY nervous about showing my art off in a public space, I didn't think it looked that great until the glass went up over it. THEN it looked fucking professional, crappy-matting aside...
... I received SO MUCH positive feedback from people, even those I barely knew/didn't know at all. One guy actually interrupted my conversation to tell me how awesome my art looked, which was perfectly fine with me! Seeing my parents there, my dad telling me how proud he was, my mom all snap-happy with the camera, even my brother was mildly impressed by everything (as far as teenage boys go, that's as impressed at they get I suppose). My aunt, the only extended family I've ever deeply connected with, took one look at my wall and told me she was going to cry. FEEDBACK CAN'T GET MUCH BETTER THAN THAT PEOPLE!
... My only regret for the evening was not seeing Emily, my "co-star" as it were. I didn't expect her and Nate to stay the entire time, but apparently I missed them whilst I was still in my room getting ready... the whole locked apartment thing didn't help my schedule. I was really looking forward to seeing her reaction, because she has the best reactions ever. But now I guess I'll have to hunt her down and make her re-enact it for me...
... Looking at my wall, and through the portfolio I had to set up for it, I've done some really good shit in these past four years. I think art school was the best choice for me, and I couldn't have better spent my college career anywhere else. Liberal arts? BITCH PLZ!