a moment to breathe
things have been hectic lately.
tuesday, i made 25/hr for 2 1/2 hours. it was looking to be a great day. all the photo kids were having a good time.
till crit.
robert made us all write papers on someone's work you thought was the strongest, and someones you thought was the weakest.
he then went over everyone's project and said he didn't like my display.
he can lick my balls.
he said it didnt make sense, but it made complete sense, and then he didn't even give me a chance to explain. he obviously didnt look at it and think about it for more than 15 seconds because if he did, it would have made sense. sure, it was subtle, and you had to think about it. i'm not always for art that is as subtle as a kick to the face. maybe sometimes i have something to say but i dont want to say it in the most direct and in your face manner. he didnt even let us discuss 1/3 of the class' projects! and some of the ones he glorified were not even up to his specifications. i didn't sign up for fucking sculpture, i don't care what he thinks is boring. i think his 22 minute long video was fucking boring. fuck that. i punched a locker on the way out of his crit and then went to practice.
after that, i shaved my whole body from the neck down. what i could reach of it.
there was so much pent-up razor usage going on that i went what can only be described as buckwild.
today i developed film and finally figured out why my pinhole camera wasnt working. tomorrow i am going to make it work, and maybe go to the library to find books for robert next week. i need to come up with some things to photograph for his class. i also need to come up with some things to photograph for ardine. water treatment plant, here i come.
i got a lot of shit to do from now till next week.
and then from then till the next week for 6 or so more weeks.
then i have to sleep. a lot.
tuesday, i made 25/hr for 2 1/2 hours. it was looking to be a great day. all the photo kids were having a good time.
till crit.
robert made us all write papers on someone's work you thought was the strongest, and someones you thought was the weakest.
he then went over everyone's project and said he didn't like my display.
he can lick my balls.
he said it didnt make sense, but it made complete sense, and then he didn't even give me a chance to explain. he obviously didnt look at it and think about it for more than 15 seconds because if he did, it would have made sense. sure, it was subtle, and you had to think about it. i'm not always for art that is as subtle as a kick to the face. maybe sometimes i have something to say but i dont want to say it in the most direct and in your face manner. he didnt even let us discuss 1/3 of the class' projects! and some of the ones he glorified were not even up to his specifications. i didn't sign up for fucking sculpture, i don't care what he thinks is boring. i think his 22 minute long video was fucking boring. fuck that. i punched a locker on the way out of his crit and then went to practice.
after that, i shaved my whole body from the neck down. what i could reach of it.
there was so much pent-up razor usage going on that i went what can only be described as buckwild.
today i developed film and finally figured out why my pinhole camera wasnt working. tomorrow i am going to make it work, and maybe go to the library to find books for robert next week. i need to come up with some things to photograph for his class. i also need to come up with some things to photograph for ardine. water treatment plant, here i come.
i got a lot of shit to do from now till next week.
and then from then till the next week for 6 or so more weeks.
then i have to sleep. a lot.