I lucked out this semester. I only have classes Monday-Wed and get Thursday and Friday off. Actually, it sounds a lot cooler than it is because on Mondays and Tuesdays my day starts @ 8am and goes straight until 10 pm. My Wednesdays are a lot better because it starts @ 10am goes straight until 5 but you could imagine how pooped out I am by evening.
So here I am, @ work on Thursday. I'm physically tired but mentally and emotionally alert and excited because I'm done with classes for the rest of the week.
Oh right! I'm right now looking at the title of this blog and realizing how much I've digressed from what I actually wanted to write about.
Because I'm finally an upperclassman, I finally got my very own studio space from the illustration department. If I were to bring you there, (and you know I would especially since I'm a tour guide), you'd probably think it's a ghetto wreck. But you don't understand, it's my ghetto wreck and that's what makes it more special. Maybe it's because I become intimidated by sterile rooms and workplaces (kinda like the apple stores) but the ruggedness of the room gives me more freedom to experiment and make mistakes. The mess that the past students left are now engraved memories of their baby steps to becoming an artist. It's pretty cool if you think about. I have about 30 mins until I get out of work. I'll probably go to my studio.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Work It!
It's already the second week of classes but I still feel like I'm not settled in yet. Fortunately, the weather has been great and my classes are really fun. I was pretty nervous about this year before I actually moved in. I knew that classes were going to be much more challenging than last year and that competition was going to rise within my illustration department. I started to fear all the potential failures and sleepless nights I was going to go through this year. I don't know why I worry about stupid things like this especially when the semester barely started.
My cowardly attitude changed after going to my evening illustration class last night. I'm currently taking this class called New Directions where we study and create contemporary work through non-traditional medias such as wood, clay, collages, etc. During the class, my professor showed us a children's book that he was currently working on. Unlike his other books, he used a different method and technique for this book. Surprisingly, he told us how his editor (or was it art director) did not like his approach. For the first time in my life, I saw my professor for who he really was; he was just a working illustrator like the rest of us. He showed us all the tedious and painstaking steps attempts he took in order to fix his mistakes. Unfortunately, the book publishers still didn't like the end results. It was weird to see such an award-winning, well known artist/professor struggle so much with a simple book assignment. What really astonished me was when my professor said that he really enjoyed the struggles that he went through.
I have forgotten how much I love art and the process of striving to make art work. What I realized is that you need to constantly work without thinking about the end result. Though it is equally important for the result to be good, it all starts from the process of WORKING.
Okay gotta get back to work.
peace.
My cowardly attitude changed after going to my evening illustration class last night. I'm currently taking this class called New Directions where we study and create contemporary work through non-traditional medias such as wood, clay, collages, etc. During the class, my professor showed us a children's book that he was currently working on. Unlike his other books, he used a different method and technique for this book. Surprisingly, he told us how his editor (or was it art director) did not like his approach. For the first time in my life, I saw my professor for who he really was; he was just a working illustrator like the rest of us. He showed us all the tedious and painstaking steps attempts he took in order to fix his mistakes. Unfortunately, the book publishers still didn't like the end results. It was weird to see such an award-winning, well known artist/professor struggle so much with a simple book assignment. What really astonished me was when my professor said that he really enjoyed the struggles that he went through.
I have forgotten how much I love art and the process of striving to make art work. What I realized is that you need to constantly work without thinking about the end result. Though it is equally important for the result to be good, it all starts from the process of WORKING.
Okay gotta get back to work.
peace.
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