A Hockey Hiatus

On Thursday my hockey team left campus to travel to Baltimore and Philadelphia for our final games of the regular season.  This week, we travel to Norfolk, Virginia to play in the Colonial Athletic Association (CAA) Conference Tournament, for a chance to qualify for the NCAA tournament.  We're leaving on Tuesday evening, so I am missing a whoooole bunch of classes.  Not that I have any problem with that.  I just hope my professors are understanding...

So that's why I won't have any new updates for awhile.  Right now in...
Ceramics: I've just cut out the spiral in my 14-inch piece.  Hopefully it doesn't completely dry out over the weekend.
Drawing: we're learning "perspective" and "vanishing points."  I am putting those in "quotations" because it's all a bunch of made-up stuff that forces me to use a ruler and measurements in a drawing of a cube.
Painting: we turned in our reproductions on Wednesday.  I was done with mine last week, and I already know I got an A on the project.  Apparently the next painting is a still-life (shocker).
3D Design: I'm so behind in this class because it's only once a week and I missed last week and will miss this week.  We're still supposed to be working on the same project, the one with foam board and no right angles.  Still trying to figure this one out.

Once hockey is over, I'll be able to really catch up on everything and hopefully do well on the projects.

But hopefully we'll be missing next week too for NCAA's!  It's a long shot, but cross your fingers!

Long Island Arts Alliance

As you should know by now, I am not an artist.  So why am I taking all these art classes?  I'm a Fine Arts minor.  It was supposed to be photography, but I couldn't fit the classes into my schedule, so it turned into an all-around art kind of thing.

Which, actually, turned out for the better.  My major is Public Relations, and I'm in my final PR class of college (woohoo!).  The class acts as an actual PR agency for a non-profit organization, and my group this semester is working with the Long Island Arts Alliance (LIAA).  So it all connects!

Our main goal in the class this semester is to help the LIAA put on their second Roundtable event.  A group of panelists, including a keynote speaker, will discuss how arts education on Long Island has diminished and what we can do to gain support, both publicly and financially through the government.

We don't have all of the details yet, but I CAN tell you this.  The keynote speaker this fall is folk singer Lucy Kaplansky.  She's a really amazing talent, and we're so excited to have her speak and perform!

If you're around Long Island and into the arts at all (and I mean any kind of art: dance, performing, singing, drawing, painting, sculpture, writing, you name it), check out the Facebook Fan Page or the Twitter profile.

This event is going to be FREE, and if you're looking for a way to promote the arts, this is the perfect way to do it.

The Afghan Girl

I'm actually sitting in my Painting class right now writing this.  I've already finished my painting that isn't due until the end of class on Wednesday, so I brought my Macbook into class to "write a paper."

Riiiight.

So, last time we left drawing class, we were working off a photograph to make a realistic (or "illusionistic" as my professor says, since it's the "illusion of realism") drawing with graphite pencils.

If you remember, this is the girl that I drew.

And this is my drawing.

I did make a few little last minute changes, like shading and stuff, but overall this is how it turned out.  I was so absolutely thrilled with this drawing because it's the best drawing I've ever done in my whole life.  It may not look exactly like the picture, but I thought it looked pretty damn good.  Especially for me.

I had the most trouble with the face, which I think is obvious.  Faces are hard to do because everything is so subtle.  How do I get that skin texture with a freaking pencil?  I don't know.  And the eyes were tough because they are the focus of the whole picture.  

At first she was looking cross-eyed, and everyone in class was freaking out as I was working.  "Oh my god, she's got a lazy eye!  I can't tell where she's looking!"  Chill, people.  It's a work in progress.

So I go into class really confident, pin it up on the wall, and take a look around at the others.

And once again, all my confidence was completely shattered.

Even the people I didn't notice before did so extremely well on this project, I was blown away.  Mine was like, at the bottom 20% of the class.  I was so disappointed, which totally sucks since I worked so hard on this.  

I really just don't know what to do about this.  I won't get an A on this, but seriously, I don't know what else to do.  It's not like a test I didn't study hard enough for.  I worked for hours and hours and HOURS on this drawing, probably upwards of 12 to 15.  That's a long time!  More than I've ever studied for a test.  Actually, probably more than I've studied for every test I've ever had (What?  I'm not big on studying).

What do I have to do to get an A in this class?

Van Gogh Reproduction

My Van Gogh reproduction has turned out really well.  So well, in fact, that my professor told me today (and the painting isn't due for another week) that I have a guaranteed "A" for this painting.  YAY!

Is it sad when I say that this is the best work of art I've ever created?

Screw it.  I'm proud.

Ceramics and 3D Design

I realized I never really have any pictures of my ceramics pieces.  I think it's because my hands get so messy with clay so I never want to take my camera out.

But just a little update, our next assignment is making a 14-inch piece (using coils or strips of slabs) that has many changes in its profile.  The professor suggested using an already existing piece and making it our own.  So after Googling a little bit, I chose to do this one.

Yeah, yeah.  It's gonna be hard, but I'm not doing an exact replica.  I'm changing the bottom a bit so it goes in and then back out, and the swirly part is going to have to have support pieces because it's made out of clay and not wood like the original.  I've got the bottom almost built, so this week comes the hard part.  I'll try to snap a shot this week to give you a visual.

Now, my 3D Design piece is really annoying me.  It's just, I don't know.  I just don't like it.  We had to paint it using only red, blue, and yellow, and I just feel like those colors make anything look very elementary.

I actually hate how it turned out.  It's just so... I don't even know.  You can decide for yourself.

Next class I'm starting the next project.  Basically the same as this one, only instead of using only right angles and straight planes, we are not allowed to use right angles.  And we don't have to have the mold filled with plaster, it could be made out of just the foam board.

I am learning to dread this class.

Pointilism

The next drawing assignment is a focus on pointilism and realism.  Basically what we do is draw a grid on a picture, then create a larger scale grid on our paper, a draw one box at a time.  You only draw in each box what you see per box, you're not really supposed to look at the bigger picture as a whole until the end.

Here was our "warm up" pointilism piece.  An eyeball.

Yay!  It actually looks like an eyeball!

I'm actually really digging this project.  This is the kind of thing I can get behind.  I mean, that looks pretty real, right?  It took me a couple rows of the grid to really get into it, but once I could see how it was progressing I really enjoyed it.  And my professor called it a "really great drawing." 

!!!!

So, the next step is to pick a photo and do the same thing, but on a larger scale.  The photo is 6 x 8, so the drawing would be twice as big, 12 x 16.  I decided on this, one of my favorite photographs ever.

"The Afghan Girl" from National Geographic 1985

Okay, you should really check out the original (in color) and read the story, too.  When I was younger, my parents had like every single National Geographic, and those magazines are what originally got me interested in photography and why I took a photo class in high school.  And then, on the first day of class, we watched a short movie about the life and career of National Geographic photographers.  Coughfatecough.

Anyway, the whole point of this little anecdote is that this is one of the pictures that got me involved in photography, which led to me minoring in Fine Arts, which led to me taking this drawing class.  I normally wouldn't even attempt to draw this, but I think I did pretty well with the eye so hopefully I'll do it justice.  I'm really excited to just see the end result.

Oh, and we're using graphite pencils for this.  6 different ones, in fact, all with different softness of lead so they shade darker, sharper, etc.  I'm a fan.

I know, I know...

I've been slacking.  I haven't posted in a week (gasp!).  But in my defense, I've been super...lazy.  Not busy.  Just lazy.

But I'm making up for it now, with a great little story about my trip to the Met last Monday.

So, as I said before, the next assignment for my painting class is to do a reproduction.  I chose Van Gogh's "Wheat Field with Crows."  And there's a paper that goes along with the assignment.  We have to go to either the Museum of Modern Art or the Metropolitan Museum of Art so we can see in person the artist's style, brushstrokes, texture, etc. first hand.  Painting is my only class on Monday, and since we had the day off practice and I had nothing else to do, I thought to myself,

 "Hey, why not just go in today?"

So I go home, grab a coat, and race on over to the train station.  I'm pulling into my parking spot as the train is pulling into the station, so now I have to wait 30 minutes for the next one.  Oh, well.  No big deal.  I've got all day, I'll just catch the next one.

Once I get into the city, I know exactly what to do.  Before I left my house, I used HopStop.com to get directions via subway to the Met.  All I have to do is take the C train right from Penn Station to 86th Street, then walk a block to 85th and 5th, where the Met is.

But no.  Of course it couldn't be that simple.  I get to 85th Street, and not seeing any giant buildings with lots of stairs, I ask a hot dog stand guy where the Met is.

"Ohh, that's on the east side.  This is 85th West."

Oh geez.  Are you freaking kidding me?

Then he tells me, "Just walk straight through Central Park.  It's right on the other side."

I know something is wrong when the path splits into two, and neither of them go straight.

To make a long story short (too late), I end up walking more than 50 blocks from the Upper West side to the Upper East side.  Had I known it was that long, I may have taken a taxi or something.  I was wearing a pair of my favorite shoes, but they're not meant to be walking 50 blocks in New York City, so I started getting blisters on my heels.  By the time I saw those big white stairs, I was so relieved.  I'll just go in, sit down for a bit, look at the paintings, and have a nice relaxing afternoon.

The Met is closed on Mondays.

I think I stood and stared at the doors for a solid minute.  That doesn't sound long, but think about seeing someone just staring at a door, unmoving, for a whole minute.  By the time I peeled my eyes away from the sign, I knew I was in trouble.  I was not about the walk all the way back to the subway I took, and I had no idea where the closest station was.  I sat down on the steps to try to collect my thoughts and figure out what to do, and then it started drizzling.  The coat I grabbed to wear to the Met was my good suede leather coat.  I took my umbrella out, figuring it would be ok.  But no!  There's a hole in the lining, so only one half covers me!

I start just aimlessly walking down Madison Avenue, trying frantically to protect my coat, before I realize, "Oh, shit.  I'm on the Upper East side.  Everyone here is rich, there are no subways!"  I end up giving in a hailing a cab the 60 blocks back to Penn Station.

Once I'm on the train, I spread out thinking I'll have the seat to myself.  Nope.  It's super crowded so a really annoying a SMELLY guy sits next to me.  As I'm moving my things around, my coffee spills on my jeans!  Greeeeeat.  And then, just to add the cherry on top of my already brilliant day, the ticket guy informs me that it's peak time and I have an off-peak ticket, so I owe three more dollars to ride the train.


SERIOUSLY??