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My critique last week went about as bad as I expected it to. But, what can I say, I really didn't try my hardest (or maybe not even at all) on that last piece. This round I have no idea what to do again. I want to do something with the skeleton, but I also want to keep building my series. Maybe I can play around with some photos and find something I like. I need to dig through the family photo albums when I go home tomorrow.
I'm going home tomorrow to distribute some flyers like the shameless self-promotor that I am. If I had gotten my flyers last week, I feel like attendance would have been greater. Actually, I feel like if I had gotten my flyers when they said they would be delivered like a month ago, I feel like attendance would have been freaking awesome.
I can't wait for this gallery to be done with. It's been a really fun experience being in this class, and it's opened up my eyes to what the real world can be like when you're trying to get a show. Therefore, it's shown me what lazy assholes 90% of the people out there are. Seriously, nobody knows the meaning of a deadline. I don't see what could possibly be so difficult about this. You say you're going to do something by a certain date, and you get it done. I know it's difficult to make good art on a deadline, especially when you have four other classes including two studios that demand a lot of time and attention. But this class is a microcosm of what happens when you graduate. And I don't think other people are taking it as seriously as they should.
I finally got sick. All this staying up and going out and working late and the fact that Mom and Amber and Richard have all been coughing and sneezing seemed to add up pretty fast. Actually, not fast enough. I've felt this damn cold coming for like a week, and it's finally hit full force. At least it's not bad, I just need to take some cough drops and sleep. Which sounds like a good plan right about now.
I'm going home tomorrow to distribute some flyers like the shameless self-promotor that I am. If I had gotten my flyers last week, I feel like attendance would have been greater. Actually, I feel like if I had gotten my flyers when they said they would be delivered like a month ago, I feel like attendance would have been freaking awesome.
I can't wait for this gallery to be done with. It's been a really fun experience being in this class, and it's opened up my eyes to what the real world can be like when you're trying to get a show. Therefore, it's shown me what lazy assholes 90% of the people out there are. Seriously, nobody knows the meaning of a deadline. I don't see what could possibly be so difficult about this. You say you're going to do something by a certain date, and you get it done. I know it's difficult to make good art on a deadline, especially when you have four other classes including two studios that demand a lot of time and attention. But this class is a microcosm of what happens when you graduate. And I don't think other people are taking it as seriously as they should.
I finally got sick. All this staying up and going out and working late and the fact that Mom and Amber and Richard have all been coughing and sneezing seemed to add up pretty fast. Actually, not fast enough. I've felt this damn cold coming for like a week, and it's finally hit full force. At least it's not bad, I just need to take some cough drops and sleep. Which sounds like a good plan right about now.