Band of the moment: the Cure. (Imagine that!) I've rediscovered their cds (Faith, Paris) that I'd bought a while back. Robert has been claiming for the last 4 or so albums was 'the last one'...I wonder if they've really decided to quit after Bloodflowers? It would be my luck that a band would break up just as I really get into them.
When I'm not listening to the Cure: Rubbernecking - The Toadies, especially tracks 4 (Opossum Kingdom) and 6 (When I'm Away)
Just acquired: All Tomorrow's Parties,William Gibson and Out of My Mind, Richard Bach
If you're wondering what a kender is...
'Trip Report': Still a damn mighty fine man.
It must be part of the curriculum of Vol State to bore people to death. Yesterday, the art department sponsored a lecture by the current visiting artist. (The visiting artist in this case has had a exhibit of his work hanging in the library for several weeks now ~ most of it is overwhelmingly purple.) He seemed like a nice enough guy and probably would have some interesting things to say...if he wasn't lecturing. Most of the time, it seemed that the lecture consisted of "This painting was done with oil paint and oil stick on SoandSo cold pressed paper and it's twenty by thirty inches high..." There were a few paintings where he talked about the inspiration behind them. I wish there had been more than that.
There was one painting in the lecture that confused me more than the rest and the artist noticed it. It was a big red thing - it seemed to be nothing more than a red canvas until I finally saw a very subtle 'spot' near the middle where it looked as if he had simply dropped some solvent on the thing. I kept leaning my head to the right and then to the left when he said, "You look like you've got a question." The only thing I could say was, "I don't know what to think about this piece yet!"
Not my thing at all. I can see where abstract art can be appreciated for form, line and shape...I'm just not there.
Continuing with the boredom theme...
I am so bored with most of my classes. The only exception is English Comp ~ as Mr. Day-Camp jokingly said yesterday, "Yes, this class has become an AA meeting." I like to think of it as more of a free for all where just about any idea goes.
I thought I would love being back in the studio and in one way, I do. I love the idea of being in the figure drawing class and feeling the charcoal in my hand as I draw the model. I guess I need more variety ~ it's the same thing every day and I get so tired of the art instructors' attitudes. One with her "We've got to run them over and tell them what we want!" and the other with her "I'm so bored but I'm here."
Now I'm rethinking my whole plan. Maybe I'll change majors. The eternal question beckons: (_insert dramatic music here_) What do I want? Being able to wake up in the morning and look forward to the day would be nice instead of saying, "Ugh ~ another damn day." But that's neither here nor there.
Graduation doesn't seem to be a goal here (I'm sure the FAFSA folks would love to hear that). It seems to be more of a case of 'what am I capable of doing?' I never in my wildest dreams thought that my little quirky stories may be good enough for publishing someday. Perhaps I should try that singing class to see if I'm as tone deaf as I think I am.
Of course, there's the nagging feeling that I could just pack up a few things and head out. Head West, young Firewolf.
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