Well it's official the novelty of being
in class I think has finally worn off. How I know that? Is that this
morning when my home health person came she drug in this big-box that
is been outside my door for I don't know how long. Probably since
early this morning since yesterday was Sunday. It could've been
delivered late last night but I didn't check or have been outside my
door since midafternoon yesterday. Anyway, this is the big clipboard
26” x 23 ” board that I need for my drawing class. This will take
the larger tablet I “had to” get to be part of the class. I
assume you know that last bit is a bit of IRONY since really I don't
have to do anything for my class because I'm auditing. However, I
want to feel part of the group I think that's part of the reason I
elected to return to school. I am hoping and praying that the board
inside the carryall will make it easier for me to get back and forth
to school. I took the instructor's advice and tore out a few sheets
from the huge tablet of paper and I think the clipboard well make a
big difference getting back and forth. I really tried to make the
paper look more uniform when in the clamps on the clipboard but I
can't get the paper to Conformed to my needs – – oh well. I can
see why some of the students got a less thick tablet so that you keep
everything together. I kind of feel classripping the sheets out is
going to make a very messy drawing class.
Yesterday, I also fixed zipper pulls to
the portfolio and to the small bag that came with the portfolio to
house my pencils and other art media which I things conical. Was a
bit of a challenge with the zipper pulls and I'm going to have to get
more fishing leader but I have enough to keep me going for a while
even if I get more shorts like I'm anticipating for the summer.
I've been doing some sketchiness I
should homework wise and I'm beginning to worry, not a whole lot, but
I'm sensing that the instruction that I'm getting is good take away
from my fundamental brutality of art that I was practicing and which
was reinforced by my friend in the Netherlands. I like to think I
could prevent this from happening but as I learn I can sense that I'm
losing my ability to use my brute-ness as part of my art. Of course
that may be the real artist trait would be to then draw as the brute
artist that I was/am… I don't know if that makes much sense of
destiny right now I suppose that's all it matters.
I have been having Gail my cleaning
person come twice a month and now for whatever reason I do not know
(I think because the drying class) that the chaos in the apartment
seems to be building much quicker. So I'm thinking of going instead
of two weeks a month to every other week and to see if we can control
the entropy.…
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