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Jan. 27th, 2007 06:11 pmSchool kicked my ass last week. In general, I'm enjoying this semester, but I just couldn't bring myself to go to class most days. I know painting is good art excercise for me, but the class is so stressful; we starting working from models, and there is something undeniably creepy about the half-finished people that end up being tossed out at the end of the semester. We aren't allowed to use flesh-toned paint, and while I think I'm pretty good at the estimations of what makes up skin, it's just bizzare to see students pulling people out of their canvases that they've tried to use cerulean blue or pthalo green on . . . and those that havne't mastered drawing yet? Those are the worst, because their creations . . . I mean, GAH.
I guess there is someting to be said for shock art, but when they pull their final products from the canvas and bring them to the drying racks, I have t look away. Muddy pits where there shpuld be faces, gaping black holes for eyes, and almost every single one in the class just have lumps of color-spattered flesh for hands and feet.
Oh, and by the way-- there's a goddamn reason the teacher tells you to fill the canvas. People have gone crazy from pulling out a model that had too many holes in it. Fucking endager the whole class by leaving the gap to the void, thats a great fucking idea!
I guess I'm being pretty hypocritical, doing the cartoons and stuff I do. STill, its one thing to do something intentionally and aesthetically deformed and breath life into it. Usually they don't do anything but sit wherever you put them and hum to themselves or make rude gestures. Oil paints are different, though. The masters were right . . . there's a life to them that can't be denied. I don't like that we have to lock the drying rooms at night, and if you've ever been their doing homework past hours, hearing them scratching at the doors is awful. They *want* things . . . not like simple little doodles or anything.
And once in a while, you lose a painting, and have to go clean up the little bits of it left in the drying room, leaking extra paint everywhere, the other homework trying to look innocent with their mouths splattered with venetian red and the shreds of what was your future grade.
Really, I don't think painting's much for me.
I guess there is someting to be said for shock art, but when they pull their final products from the canvas and bring them to the drying racks, I have t look away. Muddy pits where there shpuld be faces, gaping black holes for eyes, and almost every single one in the class just have lumps of color-spattered flesh for hands and feet.
Oh, and by the way-- there's a goddamn reason the teacher tells you to fill the canvas. People have gone crazy from pulling out a model that had too many holes in it. Fucking endager the whole class by leaving the gap to the void, thats a great fucking idea!
I guess I'm being pretty hypocritical, doing the cartoons and stuff I do. STill, its one thing to do something intentionally and aesthetically deformed and breath life into it. Usually they don't do anything but sit wherever you put them and hum to themselves or make rude gestures. Oil paints are different, though. The masters were right . . . there's a life to them that can't be denied. I don't like that we have to lock the drying rooms at night, and if you've ever been their doing homework past hours, hearing them scratching at the doors is awful. They *want* things . . . not like simple little doodles or anything.
And once in a while, you lose a painting, and have to go clean up the little bits of it left in the drying room, leaking extra paint everywhere, the other homework trying to look innocent with their mouths splattered with venetian red and the shreds of what was your future grade.
Really, I don't think painting's much for me.
