I'm not sure if I officially mentioned that I applied for the winter/spring 2008 season (because my life isn't official until I blog about it. Hold on while I puke.) While I never had high hopes, partially because my application wasn't that hot and partially because... well.... I suck (PITY FEST 2008). Basically they have had 2 shows since we got back and I've gotten no email. At this point I'm pretty much resigned to applying again next year. I've taken to checking the VAV Gallery website a few times a week to see if they have updated this semester's schedule. I don't think I'll feel it's official until I see it. I suppose the mature thing to do would be to email them but.. uh... yeah... I'm totally a child.
Last weekend when I was back at home I ran into Mark Glassford and we got to chatting. Random, I know. I am now going to take a completely narcissistic view of the conversation. What I came to realize is that I really have no clue what the hell I'm talking about, ESPECIALLY when it comes to art. I just start talking and random words come out that sound like they COULD go together and as I say them out loud I slow down as I realize that I had no plan of action with what I was saying. Then I stop speaking and I frown. This is usually when the person I'm talking to smiles at me and I smile sheepishly back and we both have a good ole' chuckle at Emily, because she doesn't actually know whats going on. Seriously, when it comes to explaining why I do what I do in painting or drawing or whatever, I can't even take myself seriously. I feel like this is something I should have thought of. Something I should be able to discuss and debate, instead of getting confused after a few sentences. (PITY FEST 2008)
Later on in the weekend I went out for a beer with my friend Ben. Ben is in a cartooning program at UQO but from the sounds of it seems to be getting a well rounded studio arts education. He asked me in all earnestness if I ever had any problems with people stealing my ideas. Ben is a talented guy and apparently he's had problems with people helping themselves to his ideas. I couldn't help but laugh. Honestly, I can't imagine ANYONE taking my "ideas", if you could call them that. Classmates say to me in conversation "oh yeah, you do abstract, right?". I "do" abstract. Apparently it's what I "do". What does that even mean? So what, is that like my "thing"? People say it like it's a dirty word too. That and collage (that one's for you Rhonda). Seriously though.... I do abstract. URGH. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? WHAT AM I DOING??? (PITY FEST 2008) Sorry, but sometimes people need a bit of virtual space to have a meltdown. I spend more time thinking about painting than I do painting. That just occurred to me. Does that even mean anything?
Fuck why is it that all I ever talk about is myself?
(end PITY FEST 2008, SEE YOU IN 2009)
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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2 comments:
i like emy's art. As for the not knowing what your saying thing, i think evryone gets thats. paint what you wana paint nuts to the haters.
I talk about myself alot to, or i think i do. maybe its herditory, or maybe when people see you they ask whats going on with you or something.
<3 pat
Hahah yeah the "this is what I do" thing really struck a nerve with me too, I get where your coming from and sympathize. As for a solution to the naysayers, I have no idea. What you do is what you do, call it what you want.
Jeff
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