Week One

This video shows the progression of my work in the first week of Painting Theory and Development. Five paintings total; approx. 25 hours of studio time.

Back to the Studio

I just finished my first week of graduate-level Painting Theory and Development.

I feel that title is a bit vague, so instead I am going to call it Stand in front of a canvas and paint for six hours a day, every day, until you feel like you need a hip replacement at the age of thirty. Also, check your ego at the door.

Yes, SIFOACAPFSHADEDUYFLYNAHRATAOT/ACYEATD is much more comprehensive.

Sure it's been ten years since I've taken a studio class, but I really forgot how exhausting it is. Yesterday (only day 4 of 15, mind you) I was already over it. Seriously. I had to call a friend and have him talk me out of quitting right there. I am doing self-portraits right now, and I am so sick of myself that at home I don't even want to look in a mirror.

You know you're back in art school when on the first day your professor says,

"This class is six hours a day, but don't worry - the building is open 24/7 so you will have plenty of time to get your work done."

Right. Because we couldn't possibly accomplish anything worthy of a passing grade in the NINETY HOURS of allotted class time.

I'm off to a brilliant start, too. Today I worked four hours on a piece for the professor to essentially tell me I ruined it. Then he adds this tidbit,

"I appreciate your candor, but you really need to take an 20th Century art history class. It's pointless for me to reference artists when you don't know who they are."

Awesome.

Seriously?

I was subbing for high school art today (I really want to do this?) and the kids were working on a cardboard sculpture. They had to cut out and paint a variety of shapes.

Well, this one student comes up to the table beside my desk and says, "Where's my shape?" I assumed he was just talking to himself until he said again, directed at me, "Where's my shape?" Confused because this was my first time EVER to sub for this class and the students are responsible for their own project, I just stared at him.

He continues, "It was here on Friday!" looking right at me.

This is where I should have just said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't your teacher on Friday," but I couldn't help myself. Instead I blurted, "How am I supposed to know?!?" He then asks me, "What color is it?"

SERIOUSLY?

Laundry

I don't know what it is about fresh laundry... I'm sure the heat from the dryer has something to do with it, and I read somewhere that cats are obsessed with anything that doesn't smell like "home". (Case in point, Razzle with a sneaker.)

Well today was laundry day (laundry weekend), and as I started to fold I caught this.

Tough life this guy has. Really tough.

Chic N Unique

This morning as I was driving to church I noticed something on my windshield. It must have been put on last night while I was making a run for popcorn... either that or someone broke into my garage just to advertise a salon. Either way, I'm glad turning on my wipers didn't work to remove it, because I would have missed out on this:


You think Khandie hit her target audience?

No Twitter, Just Flickr

I'm a bit behind. No, you won't see a Give Me Texas Wisdom "tweet" anytime soon (hopefully, ever.) Instead, I've thrown a few pics on Flickr. Enjoy.

I am loved.

I honestly cannot remember the last time I bought fresh produce. I haven't been to the store in ages. I haven't cooked anything other than Cup 'O Soup in ages. My freezer is empty. My refrigerator holds nothing but condiments.

So imagine my surprise when I came home from work today and found this on the cabinet, along with a note apologizing because Kroger didn't carry Double Shot Light.

I am loved.