I wiiiish you could put yourself in mah... suit!case!
Man, I found out a couple weeks ago that the guy from Sublime died like fifteen years ago. And I got REALLY SAD! I had no idea he was dead! Was I alone in that? So sad.
So the Emerald Ball I went to. When we got to the ballroom, it was chock full of older people (we're talking silver-haired folk, here). There were maybe 300 guests other than the Eagles, and there were only thirty of us. So everyone dispersed, and I freaked out because of the massive crowd. So I snuck away to the bathroom and hid there until it was time to be seated for speeches (President Bataille showed up, much to the surprise of everyone) and dinner.
I was assigned a seat at the Neiman Marcus table, so I was skeptical of whether or not I would enjoy my time talking with the people. I figured the topic would be fashion all night. It was six or seven representatives from Neiman Marcus, a fashion major, and me. But the leader-looking man sat down next to me and introduced himself as the guy who does all the floor plans and designs displays for the stores. Which was really exciting actually! He asked me about my degree, and I told him the basics and mentioned that I'd like to go into graphic novels. And he got REALLY interested suddenly, asking me all these things about the comic industry. He went on to say that he wants to see some of my work, and he's going to contact the Dean to set up a meeting with me. I hope he was sincere about that, because I'd really like to get a chance to network with someone as high up in the art industry as he. I somehow get the feeling that he's just going to forget. Or that he didn't really want to see my art in the first place.
Speaking of painting, gawh, I was trying to finish building my canvas today... I thought about putting the staple gun to someone's head and forcing them to help me. I built most of my canvas yesterday, but I had forgotten that since the stretcher was going to be so large I would need a crossbar. So I didn't have enough wood. So I had to go back to the nardware (the whut?) store for another 1x2 and a sheet of masonite. And then I forgot carpet tacks, and my goddamn nails wouldn't go through the masonite, and I kept bending the shit out of them. But when I finally got the stretcher together, I pulled the canvas over it in a fit of anger and got it SUPER TIGHT. It was awesome. And then I gessoed, and it was calming.
Today I'm going to T-dub with Ambro to map out our walking tour. Because the first time we just kind of looked at a bunch of stuff all over campus. So maybe now we can get a little more focus.
So the Emerald Ball I went to. When we got to the ballroom, it was chock full of older people (we're talking silver-haired folk, here). There were maybe 300 guests other than the Eagles, and there were only thirty of us. So everyone dispersed, and I freaked out because of the massive crowd. So I snuck away to the bathroom and hid there until it was time to be seated for speeches (President Bataille showed up, much to the surprise of everyone) and dinner.
I was assigned a seat at the Neiman Marcus table, so I was skeptical of whether or not I would enjoy my time talking with the people. I figured the topic would be fashion all night. It was six or seven representatives from Neiman Marcus, a fashion major, and me. But the leader-looking man sat down next to me and introduced himself as the guy who does all the floor plans and designs displays for the stores. Which was really exciting actually! He asked me about my degree, and I told him the basics and mentioned that I'd like to go into graphic novels. And he got REALLY interested suddenly, asking me all these things about the comic industry. He went on to say that he wants to see some of my work, and he's going to contact the Dean to set up a meeting with me. I hope he was sincere about that, because I'd really like to get a chance to network with someone as high up in the art industry as he. I somehow get the feeling that he's just going to forget. Or that he didn't really want to see my art in the first place.
Speaking of painting, gawh, I was trying to finish building my canvas today... I thought about putting the staple gun to someone's head and forcing them to help me. I built most of my canvas yesterday, but I had forgotten that since the stretcher was going to be so large I would need a crossbar. So I didn't have enough wood. So I had to go back to the nardware (the whut?) store for another 1x2 and a sheet of masonite. And then I forgot carpet tacks, and my goddamn nails wouldn't go through the masonite, and I kept bending the shit out of them. But when I finally got the stretcher together, I pulled the canvas over it in a fit of anger and got it SUPER TIGHT. It was awesome. And then I gessoed, and it was calming.
Today I'm going to T-dub with Ambro to map out our walking tour. Because the first time we just kind of looked at a bunch of stuff all over campus. So maybe now we can get a little more focus.