It's Friday, Pumpkin!

It's been a very, very long week indeed.  If you don't already, I highly suggest that you start reading a little something called Post Secret. It'll have way more energy at the moment to tell  you what Frank's all about. 

Here's to you Mim :)

Two Schools

I'm often conflicted at my new school.

On one hand, the Old School teaches me quality over quantity, chroma saturation, thin painting styles, and clear cut penchant for color mixing. 

On the other, the New School teaches quantity and size over quality, lots of paint- so much paint, gooey-goopey-thick "expressive paint", and a trial and error way of color mixing.

It's sort of hard to take what the first gave me; forced into me, and still allow some of the latter to filter in.  What do I give up from the first in order to accommodate for the second- do I have to give up in order to filter in?  Can i have it all?  I think only time will tell.

We All Want Change?

Ink Washes

I have graciously been offered the opportunity, as it stands, to go to NoLa and study for a bit down in the French Quarter.  Not only the FQ, per se, but others as well.  Studying in a different environment seems like such an amazing-fascinating and tantilizing future.  I want so badly to insinuate and integrate "if's" into this conversation- but I won't.  I won't tax something I want. 

I was thinking-- maybe Ink Washes to start with in preparation?  My teacher has offered to let me use the class following mine's model as my own so that I may practice.  Here's one I find interesting:

Prayers prayed and breaths held.  Let's see what the future holds :)

MoMo

Bon après-midi!

Since the first second I realized that I'm wasting the amazing opportunity that I have at The 700 House; all the space and freedom, I've been making it a point to look up something every day pertinent to the Art Field.

Yesterday, I found this:
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/18/arts/design/18momo.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=Momo&st=cse

This graffitti artist loaded up a mass of paint into a home-made hopper on the back of his bicycle and rode an 8 mile expanse of grid spelling out his tag name across the island of Manhattan.  It's amazing.  Near the end of the article it mentions what people thought that this hot-orange line was; worn down to oblivion in some places and still fresh after four years in some.  That, to me, is the actual testemant to the artist.

Something Witty.

This week started out as a train wreck.  I didn't have the painting below finished, my metals project started (or the silver bought, for that matter), -insert all the reading and catching up to do from missing last week- and was looking out on the remainder of the week with a healthy dose of cynicism covering my eyeballs.

Last weekend, on Friday, four of my girlfriends and myself had a sleepover here at the 700 House- we wasted time (I did homework), ate too much, and played at the rec center (mucho fun).  When we came home we started watching youtube videos and came across this jem:

I call it:  Positive Life Affirmation.

It's silly and a little bit crazy, but every time I want to start complaining, since Monday, I start in on a tyraid of stuff that's good/great/that I'm blessed with.  I've been making it a point-even when all I want to do is go to bed, that I read a chapter from the Bible.  I've been reading, and the more I do it, the more I'm finding that I-- hold your hats-- am looking forward to it.  What's are you thankful for in your life?  What would your PLA sound like?

It's coming along.

                          This is going to be much longer than a three hour road.. I can already tell.