What About Art School?

I love this journal layout, and to think it was one of those "on the couch watching tv" things. When away from the desk (by about five feet *snort*), water-soluble crayons and a waterbrush come in handy.

Raindrops.

Seriously, this is a very sad year for tomato plants. I am jealous of other bloggers who have beautiful sun-lit photography haha! None of that over here, that's for sure.



Thinking about art school. Would I go back? Would I recommend it?

Yes, if you have money. No, if you don't.

I actually didn't go to any fancy school. We have a few in this area and they are very expensive. I went to a community college (with an identity crisis... it was a college/uni when I went and now it's a polytechnic - can you guess which???), and it was mostly studio classes with the hopes I would be inspired.

Well, I wasn't. And studio classes didn't teach anything. It was more of a weekly critique group that cost a bunch of money.  Colour theory was awesome, photoshop class was alright (though I still don't understand layer masks so maybe it wasn't), and I thought the art business course was good until I started putting it into practice.

Maybe it was just a crummy school. Maybe it's because of this.



But do I regret trying? Heck no, because anything fun is worth doing, and even though I spent a ton of money to drag canvases around on the public transportation system, I did not go into debt for it. I worked full time and painted late into the evenings so that I could pay rent and take the classes I wanted.


I would not go into debt for this.



Perhaps I started to feel this way the first year after high school when my mum handed be a stack of papers relating to graphic design/illustration. It outlined entry level jobs such as "gopher" which was just someone who made coffee and filed papers. From there, a person would schmooze and work up to their ideal position. It really was about who you know, and getting work experience. Trying to get my first job (any) was a wake up call to reality. 

I am completely disillusioned about post-secondary education, apart from the super specialized like medicine or law. For freelance, I don't think a BFA is worth a loan. But it does look good, and it probably feels good, and it lets you charge higher wages.

It is tantalizing and I can see myself trying for it some day, maybe when I'm elderly. But hopefully when I can pay for it out of pocket.

What do you think? Do you think an arts degree is worth the money?

Balcony art

This canvas had been hanging out on our living room floor for a while, getting kicked around and apparently chewed on by cats. So I painted over it with the plan to decorate my balcony. But I don't know if I like it enough.

I've always been a self-conscious, paranoid type person, and the reason I don't go out on my balcony or even leave the drapes open on the windows is because the outdoors is so... exposed. It always feels like there are a million people watching, judging and laughing at everything I do!

You see, us kids grew up in a little neighbourhood of spies. If I left my window blinds open, I'd see our neighbours stare in through the windows as they were walking by. It creeped me out. Yet no one actually knew each other. As a child I remember being accused of breaking into my own house (I often forgot my key). As  a teenager I had nervous security guards try to escort me out of the neighbourhood because they didn't think I belonged there. Everyone was afraid of everyone else.

It's weird that I have no problem hanging my art on walls in schools and galleries, but outdoors is a whole other ballgame. 



I'm going to find some climbing nasturtiums and encourage them to cover the entire balcony so that no one can see inside! Yes. But I think the one I found yesterday is just a regular nasturtium. It tastes like postage stamp glue and radishes! 

Snail Art Journal

I made this journal over the weekend and I really like it! It's definitely cutesy-poo, complete with silly whale scrapbook paper on the inside cover!

More photos here.



I definitely have more energy this week, though I feel like my free time is filling up fast! If you follow my facebook, you may have noticed that I've been thinking about outdoor spaces, how people decorate their backyards,  specifically.

I am playing with that, and maybe trying out decorated sugar cookies too.

What projects do you have going this week? Do you give yourself simply too much to do?

Journal Post 6/11/12

It's such a beautiful day out today, and I am so glad. I think a clear sky helps to clear my head. Must be some of that seasonal affective stuff.



When things grow complicated, a clear head helps a lot. There is so much I need to learn about business. I haven't even gone to see the Just Birds show yet. I'm excited about potential work schedule changes that will allow me to do more with my time.

If you want something, you'll find a way.



On my mind: business demands, cookies, cars, wedding cakes, money...

I've always been the type to go with the flow and follow the easiest path. But there is no easy path. There is no safe path. All paths are difficult and demanding and require effort. Even the paths that boast the best potential, the ones that "guarantee" a safety net.

There is no safety net. There is only work and reward.

Maybe the secret to a happy life is to only work for the rewards you really want, instead of the rewards that look the best. 

Journal Post 6/7/12

Yay, I'm happy to go back to the blank journal. Scrappy was fun, but I think I'm over it.

I doodled a bunch of roses and coloured them in with a white-out pen. Yeah. Those things you have to squeeze the entire time is hell on the hand! Regretted it about three roses in. But I've been living on the couch lately and didn't want to work at my desk where the white paint is.



And it looks like all of my markers are dried out for some reason. Huh.



And half of this page is iridescent Lindy dauber. It doesn't take markers too well anyway.

I can't wait to get out of this funk! The weather is about as grey as I feel. I haven't even checked out the gallery show yet. The reception is tomorrow and I can't even go, which isn't helping the funk. Neither is the fuss my bank is giving me nor the constant errors I get trying to register as an exporter.

BLAH! says I. 

Ooh, I've been putting off filming the journal flip because I'm totes nervous about it.

Gilded Rose Journal

This is pretty much my theme song today:



It's weird that I'm in my late twenties and I still don't have a hand on a tenth of the grown up stuff I'm supposed to be doing. Sheesh.

I'm sure it's like this for everyone.



But I did manage to squeeze in time for another journal! I took the photos outside this time and so of course I forgot to take a casual angle photo of it, so we'll have to do with this one for the time being :P








Available here.

I was playing with a lovely piece of scrapbook paper that I really liked. With a couple of prismacolour markers, I doodled some roses on the cover. I kind of like these markers because they have very little smell to them, compared to the chartpak ones I never use as I could clear a room with them!

Moment of Stupid

Well.

Guess what I did this weekend.

Okay, so I was all geared up for the ARTS2012 show at the local gallery this year. I had a painting accepted into that show last year and it was a good experience.

But then recently my brain decided to stop functioning smoothly. I almost completely forgot about the Just Birds show but managed to get my shiz together just in time! Not so for ARTS2012.

I packed my work up at the last minute (again, forgetting about the deadline every single day), and dragged it all on the bus to the gallery. Unfortunately, there was no one there and the box office lady informed me that I'd missed my deadline by a whole day.

What???

 

Sure enough, I had the correct date circled on the calendar, but I had convinced myself it was a different day. For two months leading up to it, I saw a different date. Even when I wrote it on the calendar. Even when I meticulously went over the deadlines again three days ago.

I'm not as disappointed by the situation as much as I am shocked by this completely out-of-character move on my part. My life isn't that stressful. Come on, brain, get with the program already. It's been too fuzzy for too long.

Anyway I just thought I'd share that little warning: check dates more than three times! :P I paid thirty bucks and got nothing.

On the bright side, there is a possibility that I can get my work schedule moved around so that I can finally do all the stuff I've been wanting to do which happens on weekends. I'm totally psyched about that, about eventually having a car... but not so psyched about the new late night shifts (til 1am) I'll have to take on as a compromise.

Worth it?