So suddenly, a couple of days of just trying to keep up have merged into a seven-day-long string. It’s not so much that I’m shocked at how fast time is passing as I am regretful. Sand through my fingers and all that. I’ll be glad to be home, I think, because it means I can both relax and work in whatever proportion I choose. On the other hand, it feels as though a door is about to slam shut behind me and keep me from ever reentering. Which I know isn’t true. Dad and mom promised they would send me back to Europe in maybe a year. But I don’t know, that seems so far away. Which is amusing, since the end of this one tackled me so fast.
So, work? (This time with pictures 0.0) So far, 2 feet, 1 leg, two wrists&hands finished for themesequence. I have experimented with house paint and yarn to find the effect slightly less accurate than I had hoped, but acceptable (at imitating drips of blood). I have claimed my installation site in the back room of studio 41, so no more worries there (phew K).
For my final in Drawing Perspectives (and drawing…? Gotta get an okay on that…) I am working on a conglomeration of small doors on a large, maybe 50”x70” piece of cardboard (I’m too duhr American for the metric system). As in, actual physical entities of doors and tiny spaces which they open/don’t open on filled with various small items and mixed up fragments of drawings. I plan to go make some drawings of the mysterious doors here in Florence, since that is supposed to be my main focus in drawing perspectives (although the sun has already gone down today :\ ). So far I only have a couple of these done, and they do not yet incorporate any of my drawings, which makes me quite nervous that I will inadvertently travel away from the assignment and be penalized accordingly.
After my less than stunning setup at midterm, I am determined to have a great one the second time around. I’m worried, though, because I currently am anything but prepared for my art history final, and I don’t even know how to start studying (gotta email Katherina). I’m afraid everything will fall apart on me, kind of like it all did last time. I dunno, paranoia is my thing I guess, but midterms really were horrible; the scrambling and the stressing and the fearing and the friendship drama really screwed me up for a little while. It’s part of why I have been spending all day every day in studio for the last couple weeks. Hopefully things will go better this time.
Anyways, as long as my work picks up the pace just a little bit, I think all is well for now. Just gotta keep swimmin’!
