A Conversation with my Art Professor

Now, as many of you may or may not know, I am a graphic design minor. This is my second semester with my art professor, and by now, we've formed a bit of a strange relationship. Because we sit at the same table cluster in the design studio, the snarky comments go everywhere. 

The following is a true conversation we had a week ago: 

Art Professor:  Now, Maggie. If you make three mistakes, we'll have to take you out back and stone you.

Me: Fine, fine. *makes a mistake* 

AP: I'm going to have to stone you! 

Me: You can't! I haven't made my third mistake yet! 

AP: Oh, very well. Here, what are you having trouble with? 

Me: This cut. 

AP: *helps me with challenging cut* 

Me: *procrastinates on the last cut*

AP (a few minutes later): Maggie, what are you doing? 

Me: I don't want to mess up!

AP: You're delaying the inevitable. Now, class, did you bring your stones today? We may have to take Maggie out back. 

Me: Okay, okay. I'm going. *straitens ruler to prepare for cut* 

AP: It's do or die this time, Maggie. 

Another art professor wanders in. 

Other Professor: What's going on? 

AP: This is Maggie. If she makes her third mistake, we're going to take her out back and stone her. 

OP. Well, I've got some bricks. We can use those! 

Me. HEY. 

OP; Or some cinderblock. 

Me. You would only need one of those. Just one would crush me! 

OP: It just depends on how fast you move. 

AP: Or how many we throw at you. 

Me: CAN WE NOT. 

Me: *makes perfect cut* HA.

Both professors: *approving nods*

AP: Looks like you lived today, Maggie...

Me: Until next time, when I get out the paint. 

A few minutes later. 

Classmate: Oh no! The paint! NONONONO.

AP: No worries. Just let it dry. 

Me (from across the room): I SEE HOW IT IS. 

I enjoy my 2D Design class very much. Although it's tough, I like the challenge and learning about new ways to express myself. My skill is nowhere near those of my classmates, but I'm learning something new every day, and in the end, that's what really counts! 

Twenty Days Too Long

...since I last posted. And I was trying to hard for consistency. So today, I'd like to begin with a couple of serious things, then leave that behind to move onto some happy stuff.

First of all, I seem to be at a crossroads. And a rather large one, in fact. It's completely normal for a college student to be at this stage, but I'm at a place in my life where I don't even know what to do with myself. This affects much of what I do, my outlook on life, and how I spend my time.

HALP.

Second, concerning the blog. NOPE. I'M NOT DELETING THIS THING. Scared you, didn't I? Anyways, I'm not sure about the direction that my blogging will take. There's so much I want to write about, but this particular blog doesn't seem to have a niche. I know it's just a simple starting blog for a beginner blogger, but where do I go from here? There's so many things I love to do! Photography, acting, writing, movie reviewing...I'm a pretty artsy character, and my blogging, or whatever I choose to do, should reflect that lifestyle.

BUTBUTBUT.

Serious ramblings aside, let's get out of that nasty cloud. Happy First Day of Spring! Tulips are starting to bloom all around campus, and I love love LOVE walking by them on my way to class. They help a little with the fact that spring break is over and done with. It's always wonderful to go home and see my family and some of my high school buds.

I creeped on some fishermen. Got some great portraits. I also got to fly a plane. That was pretty cool. And I got to celebrate my brother's eighteenth birthday.

Even cooler. Because he's old. And is so much taller than me.

Nonsense.




Blogger's Note: Look for the complete scoop on how I got to fly a plane in the next post!

My Room is a Mess

That's the problem with having a creative mind. Sometimes I put off straightening things up, because my mind is elsewhere, deep inside some cesspool of creativity. 

The dorm room is a mix of two worlds. My neat, organized roommate, and my crazy explosion of organized chaos. 

My part of the room has gotten messier ever since I started taking up painting. Now, I'm not very good yet, mind you. I've just begun, so my brushstrokes are zigzagging everywhere and my paintings are simplistic. 

But it's been helping me. 

Many of you know (and as I've hinted in earlier posts), I'm currently in a dark, rough season of my life, and sometimes it's hard to function. Sometimes I can't even function. 

But when I stick a brush in my hand and swirl it through the paint on my palette, everything seems okay, if only for a little while. 

I enjoy all forms of art: dance, written word, drawing, photography (especially the last one), but right now, painting holds a special place in my heart, mind, and soul. It's the peaceful part of me, the part that's buried deep. 

You could almost say it keeps me sane.