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Showing posts with label thesis writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thesis writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

edit that bit out

Ohh what did I do today?

Oh right! I realized that if I hit my snooze button twice it will set the snooze for an hour, not just 9 minutes. Oops. I'm really not fond of this new alarm clock. ANYWAY. Got up. Showered. Washed hair. My skin has got to hell recently. Lots of pimples and stuff. I'm not even wearing makeup, it is just gross. Stress reaction. Lots of picking at my face. I should also wash my pillow cases.

Went to school to vote for the Sloth. Keep him as our mascot! The meeting took place in the commons and Drew was dressed as the sloth. He did a good job. Karen gave a spirited defense of the Sloth and its importance towards PNCA heritage and unity and stuff. A few of the proposed mascots didn't really have anyone speak about them. Kinoko made a good argument for the otter (which would be a good Pacific Northwest mascot) and Jenna promoted her pangolin. In the end the sloth was voted in. HURRAH! Campaigning and Democracy in action folks.

Sat and chatted with Mel and Karen. Went home. Watched some telly. Ate rice and seaweed. Drank tea. Worked on paper. Went to yoga. Relaxed. Damn good yoga. Went home. Watched more telly. Returned to working on paper. I'm almost all caught up with my current provided drafts. In the past half a semester I've had seven different edited drafts, some are very similar to others. So right now I'm almost through the seventh (the sixth and seventh came from Monday's optional paper exchange). It is shaping up. Just simply reading through it allows for greater changes. I'm cutting sentences left and right and the section about Tumblr was halved. I also added a seventh chapter just to conclude it. Seven chapters. 20 pages WITHOUT starting each chapter on a new page. 20 pages WITHOUT illustrations (there will be at least seven). So yeah. Going to finish up these last bits of edits. Tomorrow I have a draft coming from Heather (which I actually have right now, but I'm saving it for tomorrow). That will be the morning edit. Then Kevin says he will have my paper in my box by 3. So I'll go to school and work on his notes. And then Kirie will get a draft to me later. In between Kevin's edits and Kirie's drafts I will work on formatting this monster. It is a long day but it also doesn't seem so bad. It is just too bad that the drafts that they are editing are the Monday ones and not this one. Still, feedback is feedback.

Also knowing when certain drafts will come to me helps me structure my day.

ALSO I get so much satisfaction from deleting bits. I don't know what it is, it just feels so good to do so.

Todays Portrait Is: Lady Gaga.

Monday, May 2, 2011

upwards swing


Uhg. Alarm went off way early. Got up early. Worked as hard as I could to edit but it wasn't enough. Got to class. Printed off three copies. My printing bill is gunna be huuuuge. Well not huge but not cheap. Hopefully they are printing in black and white...uhhm. Yeah.

Anyway. Got to class in a dreary unfocused mess. We did class evaluations. Everyone was tense and stressed in various degrees, except Robin who accidentally got 12 hours of sleep. Jim and Justin and Bob Martin came in and those that showed edited papers together. Mine was getting good feedback! It may not be as terrible as all the mark ups are leading me to believe. And Joan was even saluting me. Tomorrow I will edit it further and browse my remaining research for content to add. I think I am back on the "I can actually do this" track. I have all of Wednesday to polish it and get it right as well, and Wednesday is when I am expecting some other drafts to come back to me, so that is perfect. So tomorrow I'll finish up the last of the edits I currently have.

Got home. Ate some pasta. Watched House. Going to tuck in even earlier than usual tonight. Gotta get to school to vote for the Sloth! And I plan to get up early anyway. My alarm is set for 6am for the next three days. Fun.

Todays Portrait Is: Gwen Stefani (sorta...)

panic setting in

Worked on stuff. Stressed about stuff. Still working. Still stressing.

Uhg.

Todays Portrait Is: Paloma Faith.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

uh huh

Okie doke. Today, I don't think I accomplished all that much but I guess I accomplished something.

Got up before noon. Hell, got up before 10am! Sort of. I mean, 9:55am counts? But yeah. Way earlier than normal, which is very good.

Uhg I'm so tired.

Worked on paper. Went to school. Printed it out. Turned it in. Talked to Karen in the studio. Went to yoga. Came out of yoga. Listened to Beth practice her thesis shpeal. Went to Yur's. Drank. Played pool. Chilled in print studio, and by chilled I mean sobered up. Now I'm just plain old tired.

Tomorrows a new day.

Todays Portrait Is: Robert Carlyle.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Tumblr is totally thesis

I'll make this quick, because I have to get back to paper writing.

Got up early. Hate that. In class we went over the sketches. Mine were not so impressive, but there were some cool things happening. I left my wallet at home so I biked home during lunch and grabbed it and then got a burrito. Sat in the sun and ate it. The rest of class was a work time. I didn't get that much work done though...

Went back home and worked on my paper for a few hours. Found out that Joan won't be collecting our papers till Saturday morning, so I have a bit of leeway in the deadline. Yay! Still will get it in Friday, but I don't have to get it spot on the 5pm dot. Which gives me time to do pesky editing and citations and stuff.

Went to yoga, because I gotta have my yoga. I was asked to demo the head stand, because I'm so good at them. Whee.

Went to the Illustration Juried Show, which I neglected to enter this year because I am lame.

Went to the Spirit Animal Show that I am in. Karen set it up really good and some people were really responding to my work. Actually a couple started talking about my fat cat print right next to me! BT, Mel, and Phil left for a bit to see the Pony Club show. I stuck around to chat with Karen but she started talking to a cute guy and I didn't really have anyone to talk with for a bit. Boo! Chicks before...well you know. Anyway. Mel, BT, and Phil returned. At around 9:30, I returned home and got back to my paper.

Can't wait for tomorrow to be finished! And then it is TWO WEEKS TILL THESIS OH MY GOD.

And tomorrow there will be Odd Owl!

Todays Portrait Is: Indira Varma.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

write away

There is road construction and every now and again you can feel a rumble through the apartment. It's a little bit off putting.

Had some nutella on toast and tea for a late breakfast, and followed it up with a frozen rice and chicken and egg scramble. Moved my computer to the kitchen desk, because then I'll be less inclined to waste time dancing to music in that silly stupid private way that I do. It's serious paper writing time! With maybe a little adventure in the evening.

Worked on my paper. Lots of editing and moving around of this and that. Rephrasing. Inserting longer explanations. I dunno, it still lacks big research holes, but I don't quite know how to back certain things up.

I took a beer break and met Sam at Tugboat for a couple pints. Nice to get out and get away from it all. Then went back to it. I'm not as far along as I would have hoped. There are some times I feel really good about what I am writing, and other times where I don't feel that good. The portrait section is the best and I can see how things are starting to get tied together. I'll also be sending my paper to Kirie for some editing, so that will get a nice fresh set of eyes on it. Once I get this paper in on Friday, it is PRINT PRINT PRINT till I collapse. All though not really because I can't print when there are classes. So then it will just be draw draw draw. I see a lot of late nights. 9:15-2am printing blocks. It is better than getting up early. Ha.

Just have to do this damn paper.

Todays Portrait Is: Paul McGann.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

teaching the youth of tomorrow (all though I think many were my age and older)

Got up at a magic, not noon hour. And got lots of stuff done. Dishes, tidying up, showering, and all that jazz. It is good to set ones apartment affairs in order. All though my laundry is still in its basket.

Another nice day.

Before I knew it, it was time to head to Joan's Art and Design in Contemporary Society class. She asked if I would give a little talk about my thesis and we would have a discussion, and I agreed. I got all glammed up and wore my favorite Celia shirt (the red loud one with the great print) and headed down. Arrived right on time. It was a great experience, because I got to talk my experience and sound all educated and informed about the ways of education, all though I probably came off as a bit preachy but HEY I've yet to pull an all nighter so I must be onto something. I talked about physical art in the age of the internet and my theories, talked about community, talked about process. And the class had some great questions for me. Such as the nature of the relationship to the subjects (namely, will I get to know strangers for this project and I said no because the better I know someone, the more knowledgeable the drawings will be) and the vagueness of the word community and all sorts of good stuff. I think Joan tried to close down the conversation early a couple times but I kept going. It ended up being about 30-45 minutes worth of talk. And I felt I discussed it well enough. Honest enough is what I mean. And I gave away some more posters, and hopefully they will come to my thesis defense.

Back at home I worked on an outline of the conversation topics they brought up, worked on outlining the new research I'll put in, and generally worked out the game plan.

Then I went back to school for yoga and did a successful headstand! The kind where you are putting your weight in your elbows and arms and the head is sort of a kickstand, but no real weight is actually in it, and then you put the rest of the body up in the air like you just don't care. I got right into it on the first go too, and the class was delighted by the pitter patter of my steps as I got myself into the position. You basically put your head into your clasped hands, but not ON the hands, and have the elbows shoulder's width apart and then you straighten your back up and into your arms and then straighten your legs so your body is in a V shape with your butt in the air, and walk your feet in till you can feel your weight shift into your arms. Yeah. I did it twice up and down successfully but on the third I flopped forward. But no harm. HEAD stand, not hand stand.

Back at home, I encouraged Tabitha and Kristen on as they practiced their thesis performance. And showed off my headstand.

Tomorrow is a writing day. It will be long, but I have a good game plan.

Todays Portrait Is: Ruth Wilson.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

teal and orange

I've yet to get ahead on portraits. Once I break free of some sort of assignment or requirement, I sort of go into a slack mode. This productivity stasis. Where I know there is a lot of stuff due soon, but it isn't due soon enough so I don't quite jump on it.

Anyway, spring break is over. Four weeks left.

In class we mainly talked about editing and different ways to cite this and that. I talked to Joan and she advised me on my paper. I need a lot more research but the writing is good. Need to read up on portraiture and the history of portraiture.

After class I went home. Went to Trader Joe's and stocked up on the basic carbs and apples and onions and meat. Had pasta for dinner. Mmm.

But yeah, like I said, project stasis. ALL THOUGH, I did work a bunch on my website. Got into the CSS programming and made the website block wider, so now my art has more content space. That is good. So I guess I was productive with practical stuff. I would say I'd almost call my website done. I just need to put more art work on it, and make some custom graphics. My website is trilliantrillian.com, in case you had forgotten.

Tomorrow is yoga day. I think I'll spend the time before it reading. I have a lot of reading that needs getting done. I showed Joan the Marc Quinn portrait that he does that is a mold of his head that is filled with his own blood, frozen, and the mold peeled away. The work has to be kept refrigerated. It is a really disturbing piece. Anyway, I need to make a longer list of portraits and portrait artists to research. The main body of my paper will be portraiture. Joan mentioned that the gift part of my project is what really sets it apart, so I will be keeping those other chapters.

There is an hour and a half block of time in the silk screen studio during which I may squeeze in some printing. Just one layer. And afterwards do the yoga thing.

I should get up early. All though I should stop saying that.

Todays Portrait Is: Laura Allen.

Monday, March 14, 2011

an in progress section of my thesis paper

II

Portraiture & Memory

“I think the way I draw, the more I know and react to people, the more interesting the drawings will be. I don’t really like struggling for a likeness. It seems a bit of a waste of effort…If you don’t know the person, you don’t really know if you’ve got a likeness at all…I think it takes quite a long time.” – David Hockney.

We are several billion individuals, all a part of something bigger. A community and an individual cannot exist without the other. A community needs individuals, and an individual that often and regularly interacts with others can not be considered separate from that community. Observation is participation. Community and friendship is what the separate individuals make of it.

Every life lived and spent is unique from one another. Choices and experiences set us all apart, and our interactions entangle us all in many various intertwined paths. Thrice the artist Karen Berger and I made separate decisions that put us in the same situation, and it was the third decision that cemented our friendship. First we met in driver’s education, second in a ballroom dancing course, and third in our choice of college and degree. Our lives ran on vaguely parallel paths without input from one another. Our lives are shifted by our social interactions, no matter how small they still have an effect. Person by person, we make up the whole of our social experiences.

An interaction is not limited to a physical meeting. By simply being around others, a person is interaction. One cannot block the presence of others if they are around them. An observation of an action creates a memory and every memory changes us just by its existence in our subconscious.

As I participate in friendships, I document them through art and writing. Every day is cataloged in my online web log and my sketches commit my memories of events for personal posterity. A sketch is a memory regurgitated, as the contemporary painter David Hockney points out, “When you move your head everything moves with it, and the artist must learn to make very quick notations to fix the position of the eyes, nose and mouth to capture a “likeness”.” As the artist, I perceived something happening and I committed that memory of action to paper. These representations are inhibited and bolstered by my own technique and ability. Memory itself is flawed. A drawing will never be the event that occurred. It is a representation of a memory that has been restricted by the one who remembered it.

My thesis work is based around the documentation of a moment with a friend, and the appreciation for their being that the act of drawing them creates. Notable historical mementos of moments are the works that were produced during the Grand Tour. Taking place in the late 18th and early 19th century, the Grand Tour was an educational journey. Many affluent American and Europeans toured to Italy and the surrounding areas to study. The city of Pompeii was being excavated and proved to be an ideal locale for educational study. As a token of the years spent in study of classic architecture, art, and literature, many of the tourists commissioned portraits of themselves at the sites. Pompeo Batoni was very popular painter for work of this nature. The journey doubtlessly was important, but having the education and experience wasn’t enough for the travelers, as they had to leave with something tangible for their efforts. This artifact became a measureable reflection of a part of what they had accomplished. It didn’t sum up all that had been learned, yet the part stood for the whole.

The subjects I represent are not asked to perform in a constructed or composed manner. They are asked just to have some moments of our time together documented. Through drawing them, I am inexorably placing myself into the composition with them. While no hint of my being is in the drawings, the situation under which they are created puts me in the moment. I am in the full scene of the source for the image, but only a segment of the scene is represented. All of their actions are affected by my continual presence.

Indeed, all interactions are affected by the continual presence of those participating in them. Changes in personalities, I’ve observed, can have a change on the dynamics of a group for a short time. Certain friends can lighten the mood, while others foster pensiveness. Every meeting is a progression of the sum of all the other meetings. What happened earlier in life adds to what happens currently and that contributes to what may happen later. Dynamics of relationships change because experiences change the people in relationships. Each portrait is a representation of a moment in a friendship right at that point in time. It is a culmination of everything that came before it, and will effect what comes after in a near unmeasureable way. It is both my emotional perception of the person and my perception of the moment. What I observe of my friends is ruled by what I look for in my representational decisions. Getting a likeness of their jaw may not say much about a person as much as capturing a movement or gesture might represent. Extraneous irrelevant details are edited out. The art is bound by my memory of the person. All of the work is a portrayal of how I see them. All of my subjects exist in memory, and immediate memory is what I pull from to represent them.

Some drawings show a perception of a memory of a person in a more effective manner than others, and these are the ones selected for my project. The posters I create build up a representation of the members of my community. Each one is dedicated to one or two friends and my portrait of them. Each poster is both a vignette of our relationship and something I have seen in them. The desire to create work that represents a part of my memory of an individual is what spurs me on to make, and in the final state give the work back to the community I represent.

The art that an artist chooses to make is in some way a self portrait. By representing artistic choice, the pieces put forward a part of the spirit of the maker. The willingness to produce subjects of a specific nature speaks to the personality of the artist. Choice itself is a portrait because the paths that are picked out of free will all indicate something about the one who picked them. Individuality is a sum of choices and expression. Where there is free will, making art is a high representation of a personality. There isn’t an obligation to make a piece that wouldn’t have a use beyond aesthetics such as a chair or a lamp. The choice to devote oneself to a creative practice is a tremendous act of free will. Often only the artist is invested in the process at first, and is the one pushing themselves forward to create more art. Triumph in the arts, however the creator defines it, is achieved in an environment where the option to stop is given every single day. As a career picks up momentum, the community that forms around art and artists starts to encourage and push a creator. Agents, families, and gallery owners start to become dependent on the artist to continue to create. If art isn’t the main means of financial support, an artist can make whatever they like. Art is an ultimate choice, and choice portrays the maker.

My favorite conversation topics detail the adventures of my friends. I enjoy talking about the accomplishments of those around me. In reflection of what this might say about me, I have come to many conclusions. One is that I live through my friends. When I know someone who has done something amazing, I feel in a small way that I have participated in what they have done simply by being a part of their life. Second, the achievements of my friends encourage me forward with my own goals. I see those around me getting things done, and it enables me to sort my own drives and goals out. I find it difficult to be unproductive around productive people. It is a team of artists competing in different fields and working together for the greater good of the community. For the first time in my life, I have a solid supportive group. I was a cliché loner before I arrived at art college and with great friends came great ambition. The work that I enjoy producing is that which is representational of my newfound collective of comrades. As we work, I sketch the workers. I draw moments of their lives, and because I am there to make the images, they are moments of my life. The work that I make is a portrait of my life.

My definition of a portrait is a representation that conveys a nature of character of a person or place or object. It is a portrayal of the story, history, or connection that something may hold. A portrait isn’t simply a representation of a face, because a face only shows what a person looks like, and everyone is more than just their appearance. Historically, portraiture is dominated by depictions of appearances. Often incorporated into these portraits are visual clues and symbols to the subject nature. The nature may not represent the truth of the subject, but an ideal they aspire or desire to show. As traditions of portraiture have become less strict, the space for what defines a portrait has been opened up. I came to portraiture because I have always loved drawing people. I am, however, not solely drawing people as representations of their being. The setting, line value, posture, hue, and included items all sum up to their portrait. As we are not just our faces, a portrait often needs more to represent a person fully.

David Hockney, born 1937, is a contemporary British artist. His lengthy career has incorporated many techniques and styles, from his camera lucida experiments to watercolor and oil paintings. Just as Hockney’s landscapes were portraits of a place and time in his life, his figurative portraiture reflects his relationships to his subjects and how they have grown over time. The change in portrayals is most evident in two works of his friend Gregory Evans. In 1975, when he made Gregory Leaning Nude, the details and portrayal are very tender and represent the subject as a romanticized lover. Forty years later comes Gregory Evans, a somber clothed figure. At the moment of this painting, Evans had recently lost his mother. As noted in Sarah Howgate’s essay Portraits, Places, and Spaces¸ “Only a close friend would allow this degree of intimacy at such a private moment and the portrait is sensitive to the subject’s mood.” The two portraits speak volumes about the growth and change of Evans and Hockney’s relationship, as well as represent the different places both the subject and the maker were at the time of the conception of the pieces. Striving toward representing a person in a fitting manner while simultaneously saying something about the person requires immense consideration. The aim of a portrait of a person is to speak into their life, and if it is a representation of someone the artist has forged a relationship with, it indicates a portrait of the artist as well. Consciously weighing the value of certain elements and editing out extraneous details are largely decisions of the artist. What stays and what goes in terms of achieving a likeness are dependent on what the maker assumes of their subject. A portrait is what the portrayer notices and thinks of their subject.

Experience culminates into what forms the basis for the assumption of the subject. Memory is a valuable part of the technique that goes into portraiture.



Howgate, Sarah, and Barbara Stern Shapiro. David Hockney Portraits. Yale University Press, 2006.

Hyde, Lewis. The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World. 25th ed. Vintage, 2007.

Kleiner, Fred S.(Fred S. Kleiner), and Christin J. Mamiya. Gardner's Art through the Ages. 012th ed. Wadsworth Publishing, 2004.


Sunday, March 13, 2011

eye drop heaven

Actually got up at a great reasonable time. I assessed and got to doing what needed to be done. Went to school and printed out my resume and an Urecht application. Heather told me there was a one shot temp position for stock some time in April. So I turned that in. Didn't want to mention it in case a flood of applications happened before I turned mine in. A resume wasn't totally needed, but it was good to update it anyway. Went to Safeway. They didn't have any of the eye drops, but I got some general soothing drops. Turned in my application. Went to Fred Meyers and they DID have the homeopathic stye drops. Not the cheapest, but if they help they are certainly cheaper than a doctors visit. I'm going to wait a bit more. Also picked up some ice cream. Then I went home, dropped my stuff off, and went to get my food for the day. And by that I mean I went to Pizza Schmizza and ordered a pizza and some wings. Chicken! Good for you! Returned home. Ate. Then I got to my paper. It is a lot easier the second time around. I'm writing it from the ground up, but including a lot of the stuff from the first draft. I find it much easier to use the original as a reference and just write it again. It is easier to edit that way, as opposed to editing existing text. I don't know if I'll rerewrite it after this. I'll see how I feel I about it.

My eye is sort of stable. I'll see how it is tomorrow. If it is worse or better. I still have a ton of writing to do, but I have a good list of topics and references to my material. Also my thought process seems much deeper. Or something. Like I have a better handle on it. Tomorrow is a big review. Four copies. Four different edits. I don't know my thesis just yet, but I'm just going to fill out my different chapters for now. Get the bulk, then the cause.

I don't think my version of Word has the editing powers that are needed for a research paper. I think I'll have to come in to school early tomorrow and add all the footnotes. I just gotta mark where they are for now. It is going good, though I have a long way to go. I've been writing from bed, instead of at a desk. It is actually nice, though it takes more effort to get up and do stuff.

It would be nice if I got the temp job. The money can go to my tattoo fund! Not that I'm getting a tattoo...but if I did it would be from money that I earned, not the money I receive. Not that I'm thinking about that....but I am. I've been thinking about it for a while actually. There are memories and then there are mementos. And then there are mementos of memories. Uhm...yeah. Mum probably doesn't approve but it is my money and my memento. Maybe I won't get the job.

Todays Portrait Is: John Slattery.

I'm really lazy for how studious I claim to be

My eye was even more puffy, but it seems to be following suit with the first sty I got. It should be down tomorrow. Spent a lot of time in bed with a warm compress over my eyes. Very soothing. Got up. Did some portraits. Ate some food. I moved my set up to the kitchen table, so I could spread out my texts and stuff. Worked on reading "Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction". It was headache inducing. Did a load of laundry. Took the trash out. Did the dishes.

It is Tabitha's birthday and the party started here. So I chatted and chilled with the people that gathered. Beth, Karen, Travis, Dan, Phade, Karah, uhhm...lots of people. Had a couple drinks too. They left to club or whatever. Now I'm back at the table working. Plugging away at themes and outlines. I have better discussion topics. And I think I'll start each chapter with a quote. Tomorrow looks to be another high stress thesis writing day. I always push this off to the last minute, when I really shouldn't. It's a mighty big part of thesis, this paper.

The hardest part is rolling out of bed.

Todays Portrait Is: Christina Hendricks.

Monday, February 21, 2011

double digest

Sunday:

Got up. Had a breakfast. At 2:30ish I set out to find a coffee shop to settle into and work away. Bubble Tea place was packed. Starbucks was packed. Coffee Time was packed. I need an outlet for my computer (it doesn't hold any charge), so I can't just settle in anywhere. There was a second Starbucks way down on Lovejoy and that had space. I got an iced tea and a sammich and got to writing. It was slow going. Very slow. At around 5pm I returned home and then hopped on down to the studios. It was horribly slow going. I was mostly just spewing my thoughts in a somewhat constructed manner into several sub sections and stuff. It got later and later and I got tireder and tireder. Also when I was putting on my eye pencil, some flake or something from the wood got into my eye I think. And it really irritated my eye. Its hella blinky and teary. It comes and goes but is generally annoying. I've flushed it many times but it still is irritated. I left for home from the studios at around 11:30. Relaxed a bit. Ate some food. I was up till 3am working.

Monday:

And I got up at 8am to continue working. Just needed an extra page written and some editing. It wasn't so bad, it just lacks research. Which is kinda bad because it is a RESEARCH PAPER. I didn't get much sleep. And my eye is still irritated. Still, now I know the direction my research will take. Sort of. At 2 I called it quits and went to school. Turned in some extra prints for the portfolio (they miscounted, thankfully I had extras). Then I walked to Safeway and got a much needed energy drink (a small one, not a Rockstar or Monster) and some microwave meal. Microwaved it. Ate it while waiting for class to start.

For the first bit of class we talked about papers. Then we did more mind mapping, though the people who went this week it wasn't the most helpful because they'd already had to do the paper without our input. Joan was sympathetic to haggered and tired most of us looked, and were. During break I chatted with Rachel and Jenn. My eye started acting up. When I don't think about it, or poke at it, it gets better. I just have to keep it out of mind.

After class, I scanned in my compositions for illustration. I'm happy that I'm already a bit ahead on that assignment. It is wine label design for a real client (potentially). I have some more ideas to do. I chatted with Mel. Went home. Did some dishes. Watched House (good episode). Ate pasta. Going to relax now. Watch some stuff. Draw some stuff. Get to bed at a decent hour.

Todays Portrait Is: Chase Velarde.

twitch

I have a twich in my right eye from an irritant, or maybe it is just stress.

I'm tired. And still have a (small) way to go. I'll give you the full report tomorrow.

Todays Portrait Is: Jared MacKenzie.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

can't spell fine art without fart

Horrible day in terms of productivity. I got a rough outline done, which is good but not exactly a comprehensive in depth thing. And I worked on this mock grant proposal, which is just another tool to get us to look at our thesis from a 1,000 feet view. But mostly I wasted time doing stuff I can't even remember. I slept in. Did laundry. Ate food. But in general, not good. Really bad.

I think I'll take an early night and tomorrow I'll go somewhere without wifi, or maybe just a coffee shop and not ask for the wifi code, and work. Headphones and microsoft word. No distractions. This rough draft will mostly be my own nonresearched knowledge and ideas. Once I get that done, I will know how to research it and what I need to research. Go all "okay these are my claims, how do I back them up?" I have a lot of topics that I can think and talk about I think....I just need to be in a good work environment. I guess the studio also works, just so long as I AVOID THE INTERNET.

But at least I have clean pillow cases. And clean yoga clothes. Hmm. Bubble tea tomorrow will be nice. It will also be a preemptive reward/incentive. I'll get something nice while I work. Three undistracted hours are worth like nine distractive hours.

Todays Portrait Is: Kinoko Evans.