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Friday, December 11, 2009

friday

Whatever stress I am supposed to be feeling must have just gone into a sedate mode of non panic. I know I will get it all done, so not doing it right now doesn't make me feel bad.

Tomorrow I will wake up. I will write. I will hitch a ride to school with Katie, if she goes to school. Document my work. Come back. Pop in some Tudors and draw. I have plenty of food.

But right now, I just want rest. To relax. To recuperate.

Lacey and I walked to school together. We had the same 2:30-5:30 shift at the Holiday Art Sale. The school should know better than to put us together, we give each other the comic giggles. Jim trained me in the cash section, Lacey got credit card, and Nathan Henry-Silva was the one who ticked off what specific pieces were bought. Didn't make a whole lot of sales. About forty bucks on my end, and about the same on Lacey's. But still, people bought stuff. Got some good time to chill and relax. Robin came in and I trained her for cash. Darya (descendant of a samurai apparently) took over Nathan's section. I counted the bills and all was in order.

I wanted to document my art but the library was closing in ten minutes. They have a nice photo station and their own camera. It is a good set up. I'll do it over the weekend. Oh well.

Ate egg salad sandwich for dinner. Ate bananas. Watched stuff. Feel like I am in a haze.

Ohh laundry is done.

farewell Marilyn

My grandmother Marilyn Pedersen passed away today. Her kind and open spirit maintained through it all. Now she is in a better place. I'll miss her so.


Had a really good pep talk with Martin and got psyched about my final project. I was having some issues but now I am in a good place. Yeah. During lunch I went through the Holiday Art Sale and picked out some prints and pieces. Ended up not buying one of Mark's luchador stuffed creations. Tomorrow is my shift, but not till 2:30.

Beth brought in Ben & Jerry's. The heat in the classroom was cranked way up, so the ice cream wasn't too off for the actual heat. Worked on a color composition. Beth and I walked to Utrecht and bought supplies for finals. I needed more of my beloved Speedball acrylic pigmented ink.

Finished sketching in class. Left at around 4 and took the remainders of the pint of Phish Food ice cream back with me. Yum.

Bought my train ticket home and called to tell mom, which is when I found out about Grandma. Katie gave me great hugs.

I spent the rest of the night at Scooter's. It was Liz's birthday. Gave her a [item removed to prevent spoiling it for the family]. Liz, Agnes, Daniel, William, Taryn, Katie, Tuna, and myself somehow managed to crowd a table. I had a girl drink and boostered it with helping Liz finish her many whiskey & cokes that were bought for her. It was a good time to spend with friends. Got drunk, had fun, took my mind almost off of things.

Now to watch QI and then sleep. No matter how much I sleep in, I don't think I will miss my shift. Also, no way should Ryan have been in top six over Legacy. Legacy was so much better.

Soon I'll be home with my beloved family.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

earning money with my art

Net went down again. Oh well.

I took the 7:15 shuttle to school, which required me to set my alarm at 5:30, and get out of bed at 6ish. Uhg. Loitered for about 20 minutes. No one is at school till 7:30. Chatted with Serenity, who loved my print box. I of course credited dad for helping with it. Gave her a Nomi Malone print.

I was second to arrive to History of Laughter. No chocolate pastries this morning. Oh well. We had another discussion about health and medicine and it turned into another “rejecting society’s conventions” pissing contest. Some of the people in that class are really annoying and go over my head. Also talked about Holden Caulfield. I think I’ll try to finish that book over break. Diana and Rachel liked my box.

Wore many layers, and I kept snug and warm through the day.

The room was occupied with more Schnitzer Collection prints, so I waited in the print lab with Cameron, Daniel, and Diana. They were editioning their prints. Both Diana and Cameron expressed delight with the print I finished last night.

The prints today left me almost hyperventilating. Francis Bacon, Man Ray, Alex Katz, John Currin, Marcel Dzama, Chuck Close, Longo, Armis, Devencorn, Lockney… Just masterpieces in our classroom. We could get our noses to the glass and not have any guard nag us. To be so personal with masterpieces was a moving experience. Cameron and I were looking at the Bacon and he asked me to pinch him. And there were more prints, more brilliant works made by people who have names that escape me. It was hard to focus.

We have to show a full sketchbook at the end of illustration class, so I’ve been sketching my classmates. I’ve got some good little sketches. I should make silkscreen transfers out of them and make sketchbook prints.

During lunch I went to the Global Studios presentation. The two summer programs are to China with Wei and Italy with Pelzner. I went wanting to learn more about the Italy program, but the China one captured my interest a little more. I’ll have to ask how much using airmiles will dock the price down. Italy is a month long homestead in Parma, China is a couple weeks worth of travel to Shanghai and Beijing. Something to think about. The forms for it are due in February.

Rest of class was spent discussing the potluck and the proper way to order our prints. And we discussed art a little more. The way we did our prints is we put out piles of our work and we went in a circle, collecting each others in numerical order. So I have 1/19 of Danielle’s, 2/18 of Cassie’s and so on. An edition is the series of identical prints you have made. I numbered 19 for the print exchange. The Christmas print is 20. The cards I sent home to friends and family is 29.

After we collected our amazing prints, I took a nap in the library. A really good nap. I was hazy from six to yoga time, and it didn’t help my haze wandering around the opening of the Holiday Art Sale. Crowds of people and way too fancy for me finger food. It took me a long while to find my comic (it was buried under some of the stuff in the box). Lots of people in nice clothes were buying cheap artwork. Some guy had a stack of Liz’s bowls and she was so happy because she was selling them for $20 a pop. Handmade bowls make good presents.

Yoga was held on the mezzanine. Tatum and Desiree were there as well. We did headstands and other wall exercises. I managed to catch Katie and grab a lift home. It sucks not biking, but I’ve been managing. And now I can haul a portfolio back and forth much easier.

Watched Glee (so good!) and then my internet cut out right as they were narrowing down the final two girls on So You Think You Can Dance. Worked on sketching Stephen Fry for my final project. I look at my thumbnails and it just looks boooooring! Blah.

I got a nice compliment from Lacey..Basset? I think that is her. Anyway, she said I had sparkling eyes. How nice is that? And Daniel said that Joelle Jones (the comic artist) saw someone pulling my cat print out of the box and said, “Hold on, I need to buy that.” Awesome!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

the weariness sets in

Portland remains chilled.

I bought and cut down paper during the first chunk of class. Needed it for my Christmas present for the family types. It is bound is be awesome, totally reflects my aesthetic and sense of humor. So you guys better like it! Did a group print, as usual.

Loitered in the library for lunch, as usual. Chatted with Madeline, Terry, and Daniel. Drew Terry and Madeline. Accidentally added a second left arm onto Terry in my sketch.

Did some more viscosity prints. Turned out all rainbow like and some of them were good. Moved on to screenprinting at four and was done at around 6. Took the streetcar back. I had to take off my long underwear while working in the print labs. So toasty. Put it back on to walk home. So frigid.

Sketched and tried to think about finals. Have a better focus now.

Jakob or Legacy for So You Think You Can Dance! Or Ellenore.

Time to sleep. Gotta get up at 6:20 so I can catch the shuttle instead of walking it what is probably 32 degree temperature.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

tired, no will to work

Thanksgiving and Focus Week have always tripped me up. I get a break and then it is time to do the hard stuff. Pick at what is due a little bit until I can pick no more and have to buckle down.

For the first chunk of class, we reviewed our final project sketches and stories. A lot of comics, and some other stuff. I didn't have my printed out story, but I should have learned better by now to get printouts.

Oh, I took the shuttle to school. I'm just going to wait for break to deal with my bike tire issues.

Chipotle for lunch! Needed protein and something not starch with sauce. It was delicious.

Rest of class was a work period. Sketched a little. Wrote a little. Should have focused and done a lot of one. Blegh. Only one more Narrative Image class now.

Got my Christmas Present exposed on my screen. I'm very excited to start printing it.

Mama: Auntie Brynne won't be visiting Portland. What day should I take the train up? The 18th?

After Yoga (with Fawn, not Bonnie), Katie picked me up and we went to Safeway. I bought a whole pile of much needed groceries, shampoo, poofy thing for body soap, face wash, peanut butter (creamy), juice, and a whole pile of other things. I was eating pasta and sauce every night, not a good way to maintain health.

Then I watched Tudors. The episode with the "sweating sickness" epidemic. Pretty nasty. Swine Flu ain't got nothing on that bad boy.

Can't muster the mustard to work tonight, but since I am walking everywhere I can tote a portfolio with me. Two major art projects due next week and an essay.

Inspiration! Determination! Desire for effort!

Monday, December 7, 2009

uhg

Bluugh. Without a bike, I can't get food as easily as I could before. Just picking at what I have left. Will go food shopping after yoga tomorrow. It sucks being hungry. And lazy.

Started watching The Tudors, a Showtime show about, well, the Tudors. Pretty darn good. Worked on drawing stuff for narrative image. Lots of time spent drawing things that didn't look like much. But I have my composition and a long studio class to work on them.

Feel so groggy. Time to sleep. Felt woozy all day. Have a sheet with my final two weeks planned out.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

fun fun fun

My feet hurt. I did so much walking in heels today. Ouch.

Slept in. Got up. Worked on art. A little bit. Not as much as I should have, but I'm not feeling the pressure. Tomorrow I will write my Narrative Image thing and start on the final. I got a little done, sure, but it needs more. I don't have much in the way of heavy finals due. Well I have two major ones but the rest. EHh. I thought this semester would be a lot more intense than it really was.

I can't focus hardly at all right now.

Cherish's birthday party was tonight. Dressed in a cute skirt and tights from Auntie Brynne, heels and shirt from Karen (the one with the belt), and jacket from Jeanette. Mostly black with white accents. Walked to Safeway and got a mini dinner I could eat on the way there. Sushi. The streetcar was five minutes away. Perfect. Ate my sushi.

At Bridgeport Brewery was a crowd of Cherish's old Art Institute friends. No one I knew from PNCA, but some almost familiar faces from her previous shindigs. Eventually Phil and Andy showed, but they sat at the second table (there were about 20 spots spread between two tables). Heather sat at my end, with Colin, Royal, and Rich. I had a great time. Blood orange margarita followed by lovejoy lemon drop followed by a wee glass of a pitcher of beer. I was fairly tipsy through the night. Well, drunk when it was time to walk to Cherish's. A fellow in the walking back party bought two six packs so I took part in having another beer. It was fun. It was a good sort of drinking night. It stayed jovial and no one got nasty. Just the right amount spaced through the night.

Four teams of two played Cranium. Cherish & I kicked butt until everyone elses mind wandered too far. Sat about. Drank. Chatted. No major shenanigans. Rich was the RA for the Art Institute students in Goose Hollow, so we walked back together. Pretty cool dude.

Time to sleep, as it is 3am. Go me having fun! Now to work hard and be stressed until I can get in that hot tub once again.