There's Beauty in the Dirt

"When in doubt, cut things out."

That was the motto in class this morning! After each critique in 3d, we are given another assignment with a hefty hour of class left to go along side it. And time seems to drag ever so slowly at ten thirty in the morning..

 But Sasha and I have become very genius at looking like we are working by slowly and with precision, cutting out the assignment sheets out and taping them into the almighty sketchbook.

 This makes Du'mont think we are working...right?  Or so he lets us think.


I guess I don't doodle enough in printmaking. Enough for me to be called into the teachers office and reprimanded with intense kindness. But I swear it will be a cold day in hell before I start wasting expensive copper plates for the sake of hidden emotions.

Another coat of paint..

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What a week! But today was so warm that it was a good day to work outside. Imagine that! In January. God's affirming goodness is ever so strong when one looks for it.

Sasha, of course working on her drawing project while getting wise and helpful tips from yours truly.. all of which were not heeded. 

 This is real cheap priming paint.

You. Are. Lost.

That was this mornings comment given to me by my print teacher, tiny in frame, and thick spanish accent.  She was genuine as she stared into my soul after glancing over the last sketches of "The Bull". I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. She had a way of making me loose my train of thought very quickly.
"I know how you feel, you are lost." ... what can I say.  She closed my notebook and handed it back.

This woman thinks I am now a very lost homesick girl. Homesick came from my last critique.

 Maybe she's right.

Here a couple more sketches coming from the tired weak hands of a girl who feels out of place and alone.  (You all know I really just want to draw plants). But I don't want to bleed to death from her passionate corrections.

Full of Bull

My first drawings for our etching project were rejected by my teacher do to to their simple literiteness. I like plants. What can I say. . . seriously, tomatoes have an overwhelming amount of metaphorical meaning!

So today I go home and draw bulls. Why? I don't know, that is until Vickie came home and commented "It's because you are full of bull." And just like that, a genius concept conceived.  I swear, tomorrow it's going to get some looks.