flipbook memories

It seems like I dropped off the face of the earth the past couple of weeks, doesn’t it? I assure you it hasn’t been quite that dramatic, although it certainly feels it...

...hurried attempts to finish up art projects before they’re due. Trying my best to wrap your brain around color theory, feeling as though you’re just pretending to get it and haven’t really gotten it yet...

...nights spent huddled around tiny tables in cramped, smoke-filled hookah bars with a group of friends. Moving to the pounding music, watching the people at other tables get progressively more drunk, shouting over the din to your friend about how much you like her outfit and you really need to go shopping together sometime...

...getting snowed, or rather iced-in, for several days, missing a day of school because of it. The piles of ice/snow on your street and everywhere are getting annoying to traverse. Trying not to slip and slide when you actually venture out in your car...

...brainstorming ideas for art assignments, trying to put more effort into the concepts this semester and thanking your lucky stars that one of your teachers is letting you have basically free reign over the fine arts assignments he hands out. But you try to stretch your mind and think outside of the box, rather than using that freedom as an excuse to slip into complacency and cliches...


...putting up your first, large-scale mixed media piece during critique. Watching the faces of your classmates as their eyes get big, listening to the teacher go on and on about how you obviously pulled references from the Dadist movement. Having your teacher tell you he’s really impressed with your relization of the concept and that you should enter this piece in the juried student art show...

...feeling as though you’re having the willpower and creativity sucked from your being. Like a blank slate you feel like every new project means putting that much more thought into it. Being scared you’re loosing your creative touch and ability to come up with ideas. Going crazy because you don’t have time to craft. Stolen moments of knitting while curled up in front of the space heater to stay warm...

...watching the cold weather slowly take its toll on your hands. Wishing spring was here and the warmth of the sun returned. Feeling the February blahs set in. Trying to ignore them.

That, my friends, is the past two weeks in a very abbreviated nutshell. :) I have been trying to keep up with my blog feeds, and trying to get back on track with managing everything. Life throws one for a loop every-once-in-awhile, and I admit I’m not surprised how hard it threw me considering I had been going at full speed ahead since August. Now to just pick up the pieces and put everything back together...


...inspiration to get the noggin' jump-started:
+ wire gown sculptures that look almost like line-drawings with dramatic shadows
+ contemplating taking the pledge
+ planning a stripey dress from this or this
+ loving this new collection, despite nay-sayers
+ catching up on some important reading
+ finding ideas in print and pattern