Bleh. It's ten thirty p.m. and I need to study for my Tennessee History test tomorrow. I haven't been home long, since we got out of astronomy lab early and I tagged along with a few friends on a jaunt to Wally World - in the next town over.
Speaking of friends, remember the person I talked about in this entry? Well, I was right. She is a great person. She and her best friend became my new lab partners when my original partner dropped the class. They were the ones who instigated the trip to Wally World and you know what? I'm glad to call them both friends.
Oh yeah - I mentioned last time about discovering an appreciation of the shape of the constellation Perseus. Well, here it is. Isn't that a fun shape? It looks like a headless person dancing with joy.
Shape and how they effect a person happens to be the topic of discussion in tomorrow's Art League meeting. After last week, I don't think I'm too thrilled to go. They're also having a forum with a reporter from the Nashville Scene about journalism at the same time - and they're offering food. Hmmm...free food or ire and much gnashing of teeth? I'll probably stop by just long enough to see if there are any questions about the SGA meeting I attended as Art League rep (I volunteered for the job before the fiasco.)
I did find a story about an anarchist during the Spanish Civil War who used Modern Art as a basis for a torture chamber he devised. He took the color ideas of Kandinsky, Klee and others to paint the walls and used bricks and other odd shapes on the floor so consecutive steps couldn't be taken. He also slanted the bed at a twenty degree angle, making it impossible to sleep on.
There's some talk out there on the web that it's all a hoax. Who knows? I wouldn't put it past someone to have done it.
I keep thinking it's time to put together an artist statement. I've been mulling it over for about a week now. Apparently, I'm not the only one who's ever gotten antsy about the thing - there are all kinds of helpful websites out there when you google "writing an artist statement."
Sometimes I think there is no way I can separate my art anything else in my life. I don't know if I'm even supposed to do so. In many ways, my art is my journey. Things certainly get processed through it and it certainly is cheap therapy (usually - until you need that tube of some hard to get color of, say, cerulean blue...) It's as Neil Gaiman said in his journal the other day: When you're having a bad day, make good art.
I guess the main thing for me, then, is the process. The process of getting the idea down in the sketch book, sometimes letting it "perk," refining it and getting it down on a board or canvas. Sometimes, it just goes straight to the board, getting worked out as I go. It's in the process where the magick truly is - not in the end product. It's the process where Dragonfly allows a bit of the illusion to become captured on canvas. Sometimes butterfly adds her magic of transformation when the painting goes in a completely different direction than the one imagined.
There's a lesson in there, isn't there? Go out and create something tomorrow, dearhearts, and don't try to dictate how it wants to come into the world. Let it go awry. You just may like what Butterfly shows you.
Goodnight, y'all. Sleep well.
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