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Monday, January 24, 2011
This is what I feel like right now. Just a moment ago, I found out that my art history exam will be cumulative and I must know every date. At the end of this quarter, I will have approximately 600 pages of text to shove into my pea sized brain. There, I have said it. I am scared, but I will not complain after today is over.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Here at SCAD, I have begun the challenge of getting in shape or really, just being active. Between various classes and some hard work, the whole Savannah gang's determination will get us through the first couple weeks of soreness. This past week has been rough. I don't have the most natural dance moves or kickboxing punches, so some classes are full of giggles and being made fun of. Do not worry though! I will fight through those who are trying to hold me back. Here I come buns of steel and washboard abs (just kidding). This is not just some new year's resolution that I am going to drop. No No No. I. AM. INTENSE. and. fit.
Ab Ripper X
Listen to: The Street's Fit but You Know It.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Looking at those that succeed or those who channel their talents can make one want something they do not have. This past break I have done a lot of thinking about this issue. It is so hard to choose one of your interests and to begin to travel down just one path. It is even harder to figure out or decide what interest also is your strength and not just a wandering or whim of the soul. Life is a series of choices. There are many roads and paths to travel, but the hard thing is to choose one. There are choices. The choices are not bad, but you must pick one and be okay with it. You must have the courage to make a home in each choice that you make.
Looking at those who have channeled their talents makes me want exactly what they have. I want that because, for them, it worked. You do not see what it has taken to get there. I am trying to learn to be persistent with myself, my interests, and my talents. I want to actively embrace these things in search for what does and does not work. Here is to the failures and to successes that will surely be in every single avenue I walk.
my favorite artist
Friday, January 14, 2011
With the weather hitting in the twenties and a personal oath not to eat out this week, this week will be a little difficult. I am going to immerse myself in reading, music, knitting, and art of course! What else is there?!?
Last night (Thursday) was hilarious to say the least. We ventured out to Columbia, South Carolina, to go to Spencer's boyfriend's band's show (wow!)- Hundredth. We were warned that it was very intense, but it was so much better than anything I imagined. The whole scene with the "dog food" in the bar with the tiny stage set things off to a great start. We prepared physically by eating Chipotle for the first time in months! It was wonderful. Then we returned to the show. It was insane. I have never seen fans be that intense. I thought the whole bunch of long haired black wearing group were all going to have emotional breakdowns. Somehow, to my surprise, they finished the show out strong complete with sharing a bloody microphone with the lead singer. We had a little coffee next door then went outside ready to get on our way.
wait. where did the car go?
GREAT! It is towed. Alright. A few calls to the police station, towing company, and conversations with police later... we sucked it up and paid the whole lot of money it took to get the car back. They didn't even have a "no parking" sign. What the frank? MEA COLUMBA! Anyhow, we made it back to Savannah at 2 in the morning. NOT BAD. NOT BAD AT ALL.
All around...successful night.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Keeping a journal. I have heard it all my life. Everyone has had one. There are so many upsides for keeping a journal (or so people have said). This quarter I am beginning to see the light. The thing is-I have to get a new notebook for every class I take here at SCAD and I hate not filling up those end pages at the end of every quarter or year. The past months I have been challenged to document EVERYTHING that happens in my life, whether it is a feeling, finding, or just an image in front of me. My view on journaling has always been "its a good thought" but have never taken it seriously. Journaling once every month isn't enough. This quarter I have to use sketchbooks so I might as well go all out. I am turning over a new leaf and entering into the wonderful world of journals. I cannot wait.
My first drawing project at SCAD is 150+ sketches of architecture, figures, still life, and landscapes. Let the drawing, documenting, and brainstorming begin!
Sometime in my life I want to go to Canvas Hotel in Nissedal. It is deep in the middle of nowhere. In this deep forest, you stay in exact replicas of Mongolian yurts!! The yurts are adjusted to modern tourists but still are made from original materials. This hotel specializes in off-road biking and have gourmet food every day. I want to go here SO bad.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
"All 8 am classes to be rescheduled for later date; 11 am classes to take place as scheduled."
I count myself among the lucky ones, the ones who only had an 8 am class today. After receiving the SCAD class cancellation texts, I partook in the hooplahs and horrahs that followed this great news. It was rainy all day yesterday and was supposed to freeze over last night. Yet here I am, sitting on my new couch looking outside the window at the perfectly crisp day. There is not one speck of ice on the ground and the temperature is hitting a pleasant 38 degrees right now.
Even though the weather is perfectly fine, my plan is to not leave Room 470 today. This is too great of an opportunity to get ahead of the game of school. I have donned my long black dress, fox tights, and boots to sit on the couch all day long while knitting on my 25 mm needles, drinking peppermint tea, reading, writing emails, listening to Frances' "best of" music, returning phone calls, and sketching. ALL DAY LONG. I could not be happier.
Currently listening to: Jamie Cullum's The Pursuit (Just One of Those Things)
Have already listened to this morning: Country Strong, Florence + The Machine, Wilco, Yann Tiersen
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Nathalie lete lives and works in Paris. She works in a number of ways including illustration, ceramics, textile, painting, etc. Her works seems to be inspired by folk art and looks poetic and naive. She works for commission and for herself. Her work is AMAZING. This makes me want to be a Fibers major VERY BADLY. Check out all of the rugs below.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
hello there, it has been a while.
I made it back to SCAD on the third after 17 hours of driving (all in one day). I would say it was not that bad of a drive, but I fell asleep at the wheel. Truly, it wasn't THAT big of a deal, but was not allowed to drive after that. I was so amazed that I had a full dream in two seconds that I still cannot focus on the potential danger I was in. BUT here I am! AT SCAD! (my dream was about my husband and I cheating in Scattegories...WHAT?)
Here I am. It is strange. In some ways it feels like I never left this place. The first full day here was complete with relaxation and welcoming the group back to Savannah with a welcome back dinner at a Tapas Bar. It was great to catch up and that is what makes it feel like nothing has changed. I have finished the my "first day"s of classes once again. With those days behind me, I am looking forward to getting into a routine, figuring out my teachers, and the town of Savannah. There is so much to see here and so many restaurants and cool places to explore.
In the meantime, I have my list of new year's resolutions lined up. Some people don't believe in resolutions, but I always make a full list. Some things will end up happening and changing and some will not.
-babysitting for the third time in my life
-exercise drawing on a daily level
-taking pictures and recording stories (people or places)
-continual projects around the dorm or future house or apartment
-writing letters on Sundays
-looking at myself with a critical eye
-learning new knitting stitches