The only reason anybody listens to Papa Roach's "Last Resort" is the awesome guitar riff. Guilty!
The tension seems to have settled down in the apartment, at least in the C-D half of the place. Sometimes I feel like I'm constantly on an episode of some terrible MTV reality show.
Caitlin is still bothering the shit out of me. I've told her to clean the bathroom, and the last time she even went within spitting distance of the cleaning supplies was early February. I want to use her face as a sponge to clean the toilet. Meanwhile, the roaches seem to have died down... for now... who knows when they will rear their ugly antennae-tipped heads again.
I got up at the crack of dawn today (or 8:17, when the dawn busted through the crack between my eyelids) to follow Rayne to the ESSC so she could get help on the FAFSA. I don't know why I went with her... the only thing I did was walk her to the Scholarship and Financial Aid area of the building. It's pretty easy to find. I don't know why she wanted me to baby her and lead her there. But whatever, I still get two more hours to gel before my first class. Although I am very tired.
But Richard doesn't work today, so maybe we can hang out! I've been so busy in the studio this week, and he's been working, so we haven't seen much of each other. But my painting is completely badass. Oh speaking of my painting. It's a 5x3 foot canvas again, so I can't fit it in my car. So I asked Rayne if she would drive the few blocks to the art building and let me put my painting in her truck bed. She obliged, and now expects gas money from me. For a whopping mile-and-a-half, at most. Ugh.
ANYWAY, the painting is super cool. I'm going to post a photo of it when I finish. And I'm definitely going to show Mr. Gorischek. So, luck to me on that.
Wednesday was a lot of fun. Stephanie and Amber and I took a free bus down to the Nasher Sculpture Center in Dallas and wandered around the garden for a bit making fools of ourselves because there were a ton of stuffy dignitaries in suits holding various alcoholic beverages. We were waiting for a lecture and decided to pass the time by pretending we were rich and deciding which pieces to buy for how much. The lecture began at 7, and it was really interesting. This woman, Teresita Fernandez, talked about her sculpture work. She was fascinated with reflection and absorption. She did a piece for the Cowboy's new stadium. I still have a ticket to tour that stadium. I need to take that offer up, it looks like a pretty badass place.
Lectures like that kind of make me fret though, because that woman looked like 30 at most, and she's already got SO MUCH going for her in life. Both in the art world and in her personal life, just judging from the exterior. I mean, she had time for like a million complicated pieces and then in her spare time I guess parented a kid up to the age of 6 or so. I don't know how people do that. I have a feeling it's really hard to be simultaneously an artist and a parent. But you know what might be REALLY easy? Being neither. Now there's a thought.
Well, this weekend is probably gonna get spent embroidering the skirt on my canvas. Did I mention my schedule for next semester? It's not that bad. I have no class on Fridays! I found out that I can take 12-hour semesters for the rest of my time and still graduate on time. I could even graduate a semester early if I want to cram three studios in one semester. Yeah, not particularly. So by the time I get to my last semester, there will only be one class left necessary for my degree, if I play my cards right. Richard only has classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays next semester... I would totally do something like that if 12 hours of class didn't mean 18 hours of class in artland. Artland and Accountingland speak very different languages.
Mon:
11-2 Intermediate Painting
Tues:
8-11 Professional Practices for the Studio Artist
11-2 Intermediate Figure Drawing
Wed:
11-2 Intermediate Painting
5-8 Modernism
Thurs:
11-2 Intermediate Figure Drawing
Caitlin is still bothering the shit out of me. I've told her to clean the bathroom, and the last time she even went within spitting distance of the cleaning supplies was early February. I want to use her face as a sponge to clean the toilet. Meanwhile, the roaches seem to have died down... for now... who knows when they will rear their ugly antennae-tipped heads again.
I got up at the crack of dawn today (or 8:17, when the dawn busted through the crack between my eyelids) to follow Rayne to the ESSC so she could get help on the FAFSA. I don't know why I went with her... the only thing I did was walk her to the Scholarship and Financial Aid area of the building. It's pretty easy to find. I don't know why she wanted me to baby her and lead her there. But whatever, I still get two more hours to gel before my first class. Although I am very tired.
But Richard doesn't work today, so maybe we can hang out! I've been so busy in the studio this week, and he's been working, so we haven't seen much of each other. But my painting is completely badass. Oh speaking of my painting. It's a 5x3 foot canvas again, so I can't fit it in my car. So I asked Rayne if she would drive the few blocks to the art building and let me put my painting in her truck bed. She obliged, and now expects gas money from me. For a whopping mile-and-a-half, at most. Ugh.
ANYWAY, the painting is super cool. I'm going to post a photo of it when I finish. And I'm definitely going to show Mr. Gorischek. So, luck to me on that.
Wednesday was a lot of fun. Stephanie and Amber and I took a free bus down to the Nasher Sculpture Center in Dallas and wandered around the garden for a bit making fools of ourselves because there were a ton of stuffy dignitaries in suits holding various alcoholic beverages. We were waiting for a lecture and decided to pass the time by pretending we were rich and deciding which pieces to buy for how much. The lecture began at 7, and it was really interesting. This woman, Teresita Fernandez, talked about her sculpture work. She was fascinated with reflection and absorption. She did a piece for the Cowboy's new stadium. I still have a ticket to tour that stadium. I need to take that offer up, it looks like a pretty badass place.
Lectures like that kind of make me fret though, because that woman looked like 30 at most, and she's already got SO MUCH going for her in life. Both in the art world and in her personal life, just judging from the exterior. I mean, she had time for like a million complicated pieces and then in her spare time I guess parented a kid up to the age of 6 or so. I don't know how people do that. I have a feeling it's really hard to be simultaneously an artist and a parent. But you know what might be REALLY easy? Being neither. Now there's a thought.
Well, this weekend is probably gonna get spent embroidering the skirt on my canvas. Did I mention my schedule for next semester? It's not that bad. I have no class on Fridays! I found out that I can take 12-hour semesters for the rest of my time and still graduate on time. I could even graduate a semester early if I want to cram three studios in one semester. Yeah, not particularly. So by the time I get to my last semester, there will only be one class left necessary for my degree, if I play my cards right. Richard only has classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays next semester... I would totally do something like that if 12 hours of class didn't mean 18 hours of class in artland. Artland and Accountingland speak very different languages.
Mon:
11-2 Intermediate Painting
Tues:
8-11 Professional Practices for the Studio Artist
11-2 Intermediate Figure Drawing
Wed:
11-2 Intermediate Painting
5-8 Modernism
Thurs:
11-2 Intermediate Figure Drawing