Forgive me Internet for I have slacked, it has been 68 days since my last confession blog post. I was originally planning to do this on a twice monthly basis. As you can see I’m not very good at it. Mea culpa.
Some of my absence was spent in California as I helped with a friends wedding, and slept in haunted hotels, toured houses built by crazy widows and was serenaded in the night by sea lions. After that I got home to a broken fridge and then once our food supply was no longer in the danger of rotting away I had a convention to work. And then, well to be frank, I had a nervous breakdown. Not much of an excuse but that’s life. Excuses are boring.
Anyways now that my brain is operating at a somewhat decent capacity lets get back to business. I have been silent but not exactly inactive so I at least have stuff to post and talk about.
I recently got a message from someone who read my first post about Art School and wanted a bit more information on the difference between private art school, liberal arts university, my preference and finally the dirty question “is the price of tuition worth it?”
Decided this might be useful to other folks so here it is slightly edited.
I’ll probably write something more substantial but right now have some sketch dump.
So after recently nagging a friend of mine to do more warm up sketches I realized I should probably take my own advice. I’ve been sort of sluggish and distracted lately and making a regular habit to draw something – anything, seemed like a good plan.
Warm up drawings are often used to get the brain thinking visually and helping your muscle memory and dexterity. It’s also good to do some drawing for fun without worrying about quality or content. Such as swing dancing Pyro.
Not much to talk about this weekend. Most of this week I’ve spent lining up and sorting out travel arrangements for next month (news on that later) and doing actual paid work (which I can’t show yet either). But lets focus on things I CAN share.
I’m not sure if it’s my recent binge watching of Twin Peaks, or the stars aligning or if the stress of recent events has just gotten to me but I’m in the mood for some damn fine coffee, donuts, intrigue and murder.
Apparently no one who knows me very well is surprised by this.
My media diet in my formative years involved a lot of Alfred Hitchcock presents and probably too many viewings and sing-alongs to the soundtrack of Chicago. So in my mind’s eye, murder usually involves a bit less gruesome corpses and murder basements and more slinky dresses and ladies done with your shit.Maybe there’s some wish fulfillment involved, I am not ashamed.
I’ve been talking to a lot of my art buddies. Over the years we’ve been comparing notes and damages. My education history was a lot of community college, a really nice summer workshop at a fancy school, and bouncing around a couple of state universities. This gave me a rather nicely rounded view of art education and the variety there of.
It occurs to me that others really don’t have this perspective. They usually go to one school – and if they don’t fit the faculty’s plans they get brow beaten until they do. The university I graduated from in the end, was a huge example of that. Often I would get berated for being a square peg in a round hole and I just wouldn’t care.
So I’m going to share my tips and strategies on how to survive art school with your soul intact and not to lose whatever spark you had that made you pursue art in the first place.