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Today I went on a "field trip" for my art428 class. We went to the Dada exhibit at the National Gallery and it is awesome. The layout was fantastic and the work was amazing. We also went to the Renwick for the temporary exhibit of Grant Wood's studio. I got to see American Gothic up close! The woman's gaze unsettles me.
Anyways, Grant Wood. I feel bad for him. He was this incredible, famous, talented artist...but he was a dorky-looking quirky little bachelor living with his mother in a tiny house across the street from a mortuary his whole life. And he was living in the era of the great depression and the dust bowl and he was painting little bubble scenes of happy people holding hands and prancing through tulips, fields, and blue skies. Dude had issues.
Also in the Renwick was this clock that had a white sheet draped over it...Except it wasn't a white sheet. It was all made from one huge block of wood and the sheet was carved and painted. it was freakin amazing. it looked like cloth! but it was wood. i'm still in awe.
I really want to go back to see the sugimoto exhibit...and to go through the dada exhibit again. but i have no time. I can't learn for fun cuz i'm too busy busting my ass learning for a grade. sigh.
Times like this make me wonder if I should have gone ahead with the art major. The people in this department are so incredibly helpful and sincere. If i wanted an internship at any art museum, I could just talk to my professor right now and she would set me up with one. She's already helped 2 people in my class with their careers after graduation this spring. She's even asked me before about what I want to do with my future and how i plan to keep art in my life during a career in science. What science professor would ever take the time to go up to you, take you out to lunch, and ask about your plans for the future and how they can help you along the way? Not only are our lectures ridiculously big, professors in science are too busy researching, trying to publish, or just don't care anymore to do something like that.
sigh. i don't know where I was going with that. but time to study more physics. toodles.
Anyways, Grant Wood. I feel bad for him. He was this incredible, famous, talented artist...but he was a dorky-looking quirky little bachelor living with his mother in a tiny house across the street from a mortuary his whole life. And he was living in the era of the great depression and the dust bowl and he was painting little bubble scenes of happy people holding hands and prancing through tulips, fields, and blue skies. Dude had issues.
Also in the Renwick was this clock that had a white sheet draped over it...Except it wasn't a white sheet. It was all made from one huge block of wood and the sheet was carved and painted. it was freakin amazing. it looked like cloth! but it was wood. i'm still in awe.
I really want to go back to see the sugimoto exhibit...and to go through the dada exhibit again. but i have no time. I can't learn for fun cuz i'm too busy busting my ass learning for a grade. sigh.
Times like this make me wonder if I should have gone ahead with the art major. The people in this department are so incredibly helpful and sincere. If i wanted an internship at any art museum, I could just talk to my professor right now and she would set me up with one. She's already helped 2 people in my class with their careers after graduation this spring. She's even asked me before about what I want to do with my future and how i plan to keep art in my life during a career in science. What science professor would ever take the time to go up to you, take you out to lunch, and ask about your plans for the future and how they can help you along the way? Not only are our lectures ridiculously big, professors in science are too busy researching, trying to publish, or just don't care anymore to do something like that.
sigh. i don't know where I was going with that. but time to study more physics. toodles.