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I also snagged some multicolored pens while I was gone, too.

I think I’m starting to realize while I drop off the face of the earth during the school year: I’m so damn busy. This might also be why I’ve yet to find anybody write a daily blog from the seat of the studio, as they haven’t the time and really can’t be arsed. And do I blame them? No. But I’d like to at least take a shot at it, even if I do end up getting off the wagon at inappropriate intervals; after all, I did do that week-long posting stint, so hurrah! Ergo, a list (since it’s all I have time/patience for):

It's a sketchbook, dumbass.

I like how the hot pink totally wasn't picked up by the scanner. FAILURE.


  • Embarked upon a landscape painting series! It’s… not as bad as the last one but could probably still use more work.
  • Sprained my wrist while embarking upon the landscape painting series. This is really pathetic. It’s also why I have time to write this today, as I took a day off to ice my wrist. Notice my excellent icing technique as I write and strain my tendons for you!
  • Fixed that nasty financial aid. Kerplow.
  • Started sketching daily. I already have a full page of overlapping doodles coming along quite well indeed. Will scan soon. Scanned. See above, below.
  • Am also competing in a public art project. Granted, it’s for class, but it’s good experience! Great experience, even.
  • Knitting, slowly but surely.
  • Have so much homework. But you knew this already.
  • And more! … I just can’t remember jack squat about it.

… yeah, I feel like I need to scan in that picture of the sketchbook right now to make up for the doldrums. In fact, I just did because otherwise, this would be a miserably boring sort of blog. So congratulations: you’ve just won four days of layered pen drawings in a Moleskine. Awesome! Now I’m going to ice my wrist and wonder why I thought that a pointless bullet list was a good idea vs. a simple image post. I’m not sure that all of that effort is going to turn out successful so much as at least 34%.


State of the Union: Holy Shit, When Did It Become May?! Edition

All this and a picture of tits got me to where I am today.

All this and a picture of tits got me to where I am today.

Funny how those resolution things work; half of my posts in here are, “Oh gosh, how sorry am I that I haven’t written in here!” when, in reality, I’m only apologizing to myself. That being said, this is a case where I’m hardly ashamed of abandoning this blog for four months, for the dearth of posts actually represents a wealth of productivity elsewhere. I’m finally on the other end of sophomore review, finally capable of boasting the role of “member of the junior painting faculty” to show for it, and within the span of the month I’ve learned more about my artistic process than I have within the past three semesters combined. Even within the span of last break, I didn’t have much to boast by way of productivity/studio time, but now I feel as if I have a solid plan for Making Stuff Over the Summer. I want to experiment with media, do this and that, and I feel empowered to do so because I have a voice. I’m not really capable of painting for the sake of process in the sense that it doesn’t give me a proverbial carrot to lock myself downstairs and get high on paint fumes. There needs to be a theme behind it, and courtesy of an extremely helpful Drawing IV project, I think I have just that. I’ve certainly learned a lot this semester, and I suppose I’ll take now to look at a few entries back to see if those lofty goals I set for myself are in effect: Continue reading

Documenting Experiments! (OR: Look, I’ve made things!)

A few days ago, I was ready and set to act on my big Blog Resolution Challenge with a post about my art history homework RE: manifestos, but I scrapped it upon the realization that writing about shit like manifestos is probably why I’m too scared to blog in the first place. Do I really and truly have to always sound smart? I’m not going to lie to you: I usually need manifestos explained to me! Have you read Tristan Tzara? He’d adore it if I said that reading his writing is like frolicking through piles of shit up to your hips! It is just weird and bizarre and although I love it, I don’t necessarily have the extracurricular energy to write about it. It was something about WHY DON’T WE HAVE MANIFESTOS ANYMORE? IS IT BECAUSE THERE IS NO DEFINITIVE FORCE IN OUR WORLD? I SURE AS HELL KNOW I’M TOO INDECISIVE TO HAVE ONE, BLAH BLAH BLAH. Yeah, it was all in caps, too. Whoosh.

However, I do have much more entertaining blog posts that aren’t about the cerebral ow ow my brain is hurting when I think about this kind of subject matter. I’m finally learning how to use a sketchbook the way that I like and need to do so and after a few solid weeks at class, I’m really starting to get back into the swing of studio-shaped things! Today’s post is brought to you by experimenting with my camera RE: the best way to shoot your body of work for documentation. Naturally, these suckers are hardly definitive examples of my work; rather, this is part Let the Painter Play With Aperture and part Oh Hey Internet, Look at This! Which, by the way, I hope you do — I have three works that I’ve made in the past six months behind that “Read More” link, ok? That’s more than I usually post EVER!

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One day, I will look the part of a professional.

All this talk on process and art theory and I feel as if I should offer up some goods to go with all the blathering. Until I figure out a decent way to document a triad of 1’x5′ strips (which I may add some fronds to, as that was a killer idea that I remembered, surprises of surprises, from critique), this shit photo job is going to have to suffice. Maybe that’s something I can do with the tiny handful of “time” that I have now that is supposedly free. Although, between you and me? Not quite sure if that’s going to be happening.

Check out that really shitty bamboo rug, guys.

The concept? I always had a dream when I was a kid that if I jumped into a puddle that I would drop into this weird fantasy world, so I decided to explore that when professor was like GO GO GADGET NARRATIVE! Although I'm not sure it conveyed my concept exactly, I still dig it.

My studio is a fire hazard.


Yeah seriously, everything's going to explode now.

Way to not listen to my advice, you hag.

And there's also a dog bed! OH YEAH.

Serves you right. Just saying.

Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows VS raindrops falling on your head.

It’s strange how the very time of day or weather can affect my productivity. I remember last semester; I would barely make deadlines and cling to the hope that I would survive through one week and yet another as I piled on the all-nighters like fried dumplings on my platter at a smorgasbord. I would not call my work in those times “the best”; I remember a studio in particular that demanded of me very precise and graphic work, the likes of which I could hardly even dream of creating in the inky silence of 4am. What I thought I needed then was silence and privacy, and now that I’m slowly crafting my studio into a messy oasis, I think my belief is slightly different.

So far, I’ve made things in beautiful sunshine around the 2pm hour. There’s something about the energy kick you get right after the sluggish digestion lethargy, when thoughts are brewing and you’re able to go with the flow. I usually end up percolating blog ideas at this time (and, perhaps with the break, I can actually devote time to said subjects), processing ideas for book designs, itching to knit, or wanting to write for days and days. Sunny afternoons are kind of akin to those friends you have that manage to infect you with enthusiasm on the worst of days with bright smiles and this crazy laughter that bubbles up like steam geysers or elementary school fountains — for me, at the least.

Indiana: The Other Grey Landscape

Blessed are we children that experience a dreary Indiana winter?

Mind you, I’ve had good times with the inky night like this. Most of my online comrades are either in different time zones, night owls, or ostenibly both; as such, collboration with them is destined for late nights with the Earl Grey and Lady Nutella Toast, typing away madly until my fingers go bloody and numb. (Okay, so I exaggerate — but mind you, typing with anyone on Gtalk does demand a certain amount of flair, ouais?) I’ve seen suns rise and set during particularly enthusiastic plotting sessions. When uninhibited by sleep’s perfect sense, it is amazing what the imagination will produce.

Rain too will give me a certain edge that twinkling sunshine doesn’t — an edge that I hope permeates into the majority of my work on my final project tomorrow, given that my tiny world is supposed to look a little something like the image pictured to the left. The rhythmic pouring of wet from the skies insures that I’m well-rested if nothing else; dear, delicate rainstorms have a tendency to lull me to sleep like sweet lullabies. It also means that the project that lured me from underneath my comforter and quilts is a special one, for everyone knows that special feeling of trapped coziness a body cultivates when you’ve slept soundly and the rest of your room dips into chilliness. I take things more slowly, since that’s what the clouds would want me to do; as such, my shapes are more subtle, nuanced. Sometimes, this also means that I take too long or that I get frustrated and throw my pencils across the room, but that is neither here nor there. Sometimes, rain can give you good things too.

I often wonder if my sensitivity to light/dark in my workspace doesn’t go beyond the usual sensitivity to the studio nonsense and permeate into that subject of seasonal affective disorder that apparently keeps on cropping up for yours truly. Am I really so sensitive to the entire Vitamin D thing that I feel sluggish and more methodical as raindrops and snow drifts pile up at the door? Or is that just something that everybody goes thorugh now and again? I dunno, I think I’d like to hear what others in Bloglandia think: do you slow your proverbial roll when the lights dim or clouds roll around? Or can you push your creativity through wind, rain, snow, and the like? (That is to say: are you the proveribal mail carrier of the art world?)

Community and painting. (OR: God, I just want some bros.)

Today was painting’s final critique, which was one of those bittersweet things as is per the nature of a happy course’s end. At least, it is for me; most of my comrades in this course were art education students, which meant that I severely doubt my chances of encountering them again given the very real possibility that these people are only using this introductory painting course as a studio requirement. It was a bit of a bummer, after all; they all seemed like dudes I’d like to hang out with one day, drink a beer with, or whatever you do after hours at a commuter school. You know, all art commune-y.

Anyway, I didn’t voice this, as it felt superfluous — and besides, you never know what’s around the corner. But still, the melancholy was there, if only for the reminder that I haven’t met many painting majors in my present year. Until today, I was firmly of the belief that this was “any,” but a chance prattling in my professor’s office after evaluations made me discover that there was in fact one other soul in my class that was also going the way of painterly wonder, the likes of which made us gasp and cling like sad, strange orphans in the hallway. As she put it: “There’s hardly any of us!” and to be honest, it’s entirely thanks to Herron’s General Fine Arts program, but that’s another story for another time. Point being: painting majors are few and far between in our fair school, which is particularly sad given the beautiful facilities that our hall has. I certainly shouldn’t be quoted on this, but I think painting is the only major on campus with designated studio space for seniors? Not that you should get into our fancy schmancy place just for Da Goodz, but you’d think that’d seduce you a little bit maybehaps no?

Anyway, after having this moment of divine thank God, there are all of two of us here, we came across the conclusion that painting may or may not need a better community within that of Herron. (Surprise, am I right?!) Most of the art ed kids identify with at least one other department — you know, their “thing” that they specialize in other than teaching the kidlets. A guy I hung out with on the reg during painting was really into sculpture and would go on at length about how tight the community was in the sculpture and ceramics building, which is something that a ceramics senior impressed on us during some foundations course last year. Never mind that you can’t step ten feet without bumping into either a photo or vis comm major, although I am hardly the woman to ask about the how and why of that due to personal bias and legitimate mystification. Courtesy of Bookbinding, I’m more likely to bump into printmakers than I am painters. So what gives, painter friends? Are you into the DL or something? Color me confused.

But the thing that was so singularly heartening about the entire discussion was that Fellow Painting Major was too. The beginning of this semester was a lot of me hemming and hawing about whether I wanted to declare painting or printmaking, but I’m pretty sure that Turpenoid has crack in it or something because it’s not something I can necessarily see me feasibly giving up. I could very well veer into disgustingly poetic waxings on the state of How Much I Love This Medium, though, which is not what this is about — this is more about how, surely, others must feel that way in my school? And that, dear Lord, could we possibly cultivate this? For really, I think there’s something to be said about being with some like-minded people who give great feedback and help you grow. I think that’s something that really killed it for me with my last school, since nobody really did want to give more than a half of a shit about what you were doing and who you were.

Knowing that this lady felt the same thing? Pretty comforting. If anything, knowing that there’s two means we can maybe make this a community somehow once we get past this sophomore review nonsense, block by block. Or something. I’m starting to lose my train of thought.

I should let my brain vomit in class more often!

Occasionally, I like the Internet to remember that I make stuff, for whatever godawful reason (READ: that reason is vanity). Frequently, I run into the problem wherein I struggle to find anything that I am actually vain enough to pimp, but then I did this relatively neat drawing-based-on-a-drawing for my (WAIT FOR IT) Drawing III course! Admittedly, being given the permission to use whatever the hell I want was helpful — hell, the fact that I kind of went crazy today with the conte marks was really theraputic. I’m not even sure if this will be considered worthy of a dece grade in class or anything, but whatever I had fun making it, which usually ends up with my thinking that what I made is awesome.



I have no idea what to name it at all, other than "Abstract Doohickey." Wtf.

Detail II (out of order)!

See, this shit is just crazy. Like me, probably.


Detail I!

Maybe if I stare at the marks long enough, I'll get some titlespiration. Doodle?