Jan 12, 2007 08:22
So this is my final semester at FIU and I have my own art studio. I am unbelievably excited. I set it up with all my stuff: books, paintings, painter's tape, snack corner. I'm so thrilled. I am trying to find a little cushion, so I can crash there sometimes because I have class at night on Thursdays and mornings on Fridays. It doesn't make sense to me to treck all the way home to go back. I also have to get a boom box and coffee maker. I'm making lists of eveything I need and checking it off as I go, and its a really great feeling. I kind of don't like the people in my Thesis II class, because I haven't really found anyone to really share a bond with yet. It's all small talk and even when I was excited to have my own studio, it seemed like no one really shared in my joy. I don't expect a yelping "wahoo", but I nice, "that's cool" would suffice for me. Ah, fuck 'em.
Last night in Thesis II, I had a revelation that most might not get my art, so I'm thinking of a new approach or technique to help me grow and make my audience understand where I'm coming from at the same time. This hectic schedule I have has actually worked to my benefit because I'm hardly home ever, and that works for me. I'm actually really excited for the end, rather than scared and as I gear closer to the realization of my goals, I'm making myself proud.
I'm setting up a session to get all of my paintings pictured and slides made sometime this semester. Its going to be awesome. $130 for slides and professional tifs of my work so that I might have a beautiful website, which my future roommate is going to help me with. I love, love, love that I have cool friends from all areas to help me out on figuring a way to get better with all this technical stuff. Okay, so I'm happy and I have to go to my studio now. Yay.