It is one of those days

So here I am sitting in the printing lab just wanting coffee and home. I had fantastical ideas today on using a transparency projector and shadows for my first legit studio lighting project. Problem: it wasn't a studio light it was a blaring sun beam and the more the sun beams,  the less the shadow.

 So when I tried incorporating my silhouettes with the hot lights I saw not the magic, but the failure.

And after Alleli and Laramie showed up my mind went blank. I didn't know what to do. So the best plan was to start breaking lights. After that, I still didn't know what to do. I can explain in words today.

So here I sit printing and tweaking. Lord have mercy. Spring break can't come fast enought.

But on the up beat, I have asked to use the projector again. It's such a great idea!

What the heck am I saying.

IPC class is all about visual concepts that bend toward the conceptual and metaphysical rather than the literal. this assignment was all about quick visual sketches through the use of a camera. Quicker to brainstorm I guess. In light of that, I could use some help. I won't tell my concept, but I would love a few guesses. What is this poor lost student trying to say? 

Just Let It B

It disappoints me to think that most of my classmates and those who see what I do in school and in my assignments, think I'm simply the performance one in the group, staying two ounces shy of conceptuality. I come from a world of blatant literalness and Northern living. Yup that is true.

Example:  If you are an artist in Duluth, MN, you better be painting the scenic lighthouse and Lake Superior for the rest of your days.

 And for the past two years I have been introducing myself to a strange new world. It's like learning a language. I simply can't receive it like salvation and know I have a new soul overnight.

In the face of humorist performance. It's plainly therapy. I have to deal with so much mental shit from the moment the eyes are opened, that unless I divert myself in a positive way, I can't deal. I have to be able to find laughter wherever I can go in order to breathe properly. So until I have the balls to tell my story, it's what's going down for me.

I love what everyone else is doing in school.  From molds that woman try to fit into, to adolescence at it's finest.

Every Rule Has Been Broken

I believe I broke all the rules on this one. From abusiveness with the curves option, to blatant wording. 

Whatever. 

Fama's Market

    Today was a day off! And to celebrate that day I went to the farmers market. I didn't know such a beautiful place existed here in town.

    If felt like I had just gotten back from a fair today.  :) It was that good. I could have browsed the shelves  like a library if I had the time.

Wait a minute!

    I suppose I'm like everyone one else. It's that dance that sing feeling that seems to overwhelm me after every photo critic. "If you don't like my dance, just wait till you hear my vocal chords!". You know those movies where the main character is at that pinnacle point in show where they have to prove that they have the star material to wow the world and they run back on stage after nearly being dragged out of the auditorium by the judges... well in a way I am that lone star. Or so my pathos mind tells me.


    When I started this whole photo business four years ago, I would leave critic wanting to quit simply because I was so embarrassed by having to show work. I'm not embarrassed anymore, but I have acquired a new feeling that I still need to name. After I hear those dreaded words, "I want you to push yourself..." And my synapses start sparking away-  "Wait a minute! You don't understand me! Maybe you'll see my great artistry in painting, or drawing or ... well while we're on the topic of all the great things I can do, how about singing... or weeding?" I think I bore people and it disappoints me to see that, but it doesn't defeat me.

I'm calling this set of ink paintings, "My Fourteen Birds of Prey". They will go under the scanner this weekend and mercilessly get Photo-Shopped. I stayed away from it as long as I could, but now I need to sign, seal and deliver my soul by Monday.

Yes I made fourteen because that was the assignment given. There is no subtle concept incorporated in that number in any way shape or form.

Take II

I tried out silhouette land again this evening after getting home from a beautiful wedding in Bartlett town.
Boy this MN skin is not as resilient as it used to be.