These last few weeks have been a blur. I've been pretty busy with classes and just overall life stuff, and not too much has happened that I would think about making a post on here about. Anyway, here's a little bit of stuff.
On Sunday, I went bowling with a few of my friends from my a cappella group. We got sushi for dinner. I haven't tried bowling in years, and I don't count playing Wii Sports bowling. I did okay. I got five strikes spread out across our four games which was pretty cool.
It was a fun night. It marked off the end of classes and the beginning of Finals Week. My last Finals Week as a student. Probably. The last week of classes was rough. Lot of assignments due, as to be expected. I also had the senior gallery exhibition opening and my book and zines was on display. I don't think I have a photo of that on here yet. It went fine I guess.
I've always felt very distant about my own "artworks." I don't consider myself an "artist" and I don't want to be referred to as one. I just enjoy taking pictures. I don't feel like that alone makes me an artist. It's whatever though. I made this book from my 61 pictures which you can find under the "61 Days" tab. I'm happy with how the book turned out, I think it looks really professional. At least on the outside.
Art is subjective unless you're taking an art class. That's the part where you're supposed to take all your personal experiences and express them in accordance with guidelines. You have to break the boundaries of what is considered "art," while at the same time making sure that it's not too extreme and still abides by some set of rules. I say fuck that. If you want us to break the boundaries, then let us do whatever the fuck-hell we want.
And the worst part is the grading. How do you put a grade on someone's life experiences? Does the way that someone shares something personal about them not live up to your expectations? Sorry if I'm just bitching. This is why art classes have always left this weird taste in my mouth. You're supposed to be free and express yourself while still being restricted to some rubric. I've had ideas shot down under the reasoning of "we don't really do this here" and that pisses me off.
I've had some amazing professors in my time here. And it's to no fault of the professors why I feel like this. That's just what happens in art classes. It's almost like an oxymoron in a way. It's whatever though. It's almost May, and my mind is set in the summer. I'm so close to the end. I'm super hyped for this summer. I'm going to see The Frights in July, Green Day in August, and Social Distortion a little later in October. I also have my summer job lined up, and I'm enjoying this last little bit I have before the big day. Graduation.
Here's some pix...
