tomorrow starts an experiment i'm working on, with breaking the barrier between the art-making space and the living and breathing and relaxing space. i plan on documenting it with photos and a written daily account of my experiences. it'll be interesting, and i hope it goes well.
it will likely be the last major endeavor before my final project. we'll see how this works!
we still havent turned the heat on. todays the first official VERY VERY COLD day. i did a bunch of laundry so the dryer would run and heat the apartment. it's... lame. i hate that bill.
my dad sent me socks in the mail, and he called and left a voicemail to notify me by saying, "here's a riddle, what was the name of the clinton family's cat?" and as i was listening, i said quietly "socks... he sent me socks?!" he did send me socks. 12 pairs.
i've quietly sat back for the majority of our sculpture class, watching people come check in with nik, then leave to go home and back to bed. it's pissing me off, yo. i know of the idea 'worry about yourself', but jesus christ, if we don't have the community that, you would think, comes with an upper division sculpture class, we're being cheated! it's lame. i feel like this class has become really detached, aside from our occasional crits together. maybe it's partly my fault for working in my studio. maybe it's not having the classroom to ourselves, the way we've had in the past. or maybe people just stopped caring. i'm getting the most from my experiences, so i guess good for me, but i pity the people that are taking intermediate/advanced for the first time and don't realize what a good communal art-making spirited group they could be a part of.
lastly. i was pretty pissed today. i let myself get taken advantage of pretty easily sometimes. i don't like to be dis-liked, so i make an effort to be polite and sympathetic, sometimes when i really don't care at all. i also hate dealing with yelling and confrontation, probably as a result of living in a 'yelling' family (you know, the kind where every person is trying to yell over the other?). so. as a result, sometimes i get so... PISSED! and feel like there's nothing i can do about it because, you know, i don't want to be mean. or a bitch. so i ignore and ignore and let the annoyance just pick at me over and over again. i'd change. but change is so hard...
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Wow, so much to comment on.
A few years ago I got socks from my grandma. I was so excited to have a package from her, I opened it right in front of the postman. All I could do was laugh and say "at least it wasn't underwear."
It outrages me, what you say about the class checking out. I would be just as pissed off. I think artist should learn to separate their living from their work space. I think everyone in advanced should have a place to work and secure their belongs in the building, in the same place as their peers. Like little short walled cubicles with a foot locker or chest. No?
I agree with the rage. I do wish for a more communal space. I work in my little area and love it when people come in to sit on the couch and chat, but beyond I see very little or people. Sad
I have this weird OCD thing where I cant wear socks that dont match. If I have two white socks and they are a different brand I cant wear them. Isnt that strange?
Im not sure what would create a more cohesive community. I personally like working alone, but thats just me. Although I do love talking about art, there doesn't seem to be a overwhelming desire from other to engage in dialog.
I think they should combine a theory class with a working class so every week we would be required to sit and talk about art, our projects and other happenings in the art world. Maybe then we would be forced into having a dialog.
Oh! That was so good Doc! Like one part lecture 2 parts lab. I'm in a plant class like that. One day discussion and problem solving, and two days in class working.
I know it is hard, but stop letting people push you around. You do not deserve it and if you don't stand up for yourself you are just going to end up regretting it. This is my personal history talking...remember JFK you are not a bitch and telling someone how you feel in a mature rational way is not going to transform you into one. You have the right to not feel like you are going to explode. What makes the person who is causing your aggravation more important than you?
P.S. I love getting socks from my dad too!
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