Two exams down (done very well on, I'd think) one paper and one art project to go. The great race to summer is on!

I had crab rangoon today without the crab.... or the rangoon. it was just greasey fried ick. lol

I've done a lot of thinking about painting and the kinds of painting I enjoy. From our trip to the museum on Thursday, I was disappointed there wasn't a bigger surealist/cubist section. Most everything was realistic and representational and while I like that, I enjoy the out there kind of stuff because that's what I can duplicate. lol And actually, I just genuinely enjoy it more.

I really liked this work and want to try and create a landscape similar. (sorry the picture is blurry, I don't have such a steady hand apparently).

The next are a series of painting/drawings/sketches by the same artist for the same picture. I really liked the style because it was definitely and it reminded me of some of the things that I doodle all the time that aren't anatomically correct, but are styalized.
I'll have to go back and look for the artist's name. I took a picture of all of the name plates for the paintings so that I'd remember.

I really enjoyed this sculpture because of the way it really reacted to the environment around it. Well... maybe that's not necissarily the right term, but I liked the way even it's placement was artistic. It was almost as if one was looking into a new painting, but it wasn't a painting: it was real. My photo doesn't really capture the same sense because the window isn't squared off in the picture like I'd like it to be, but the juxtaposition of the square window and round sculpture was really nice... there was a gestault kind of response, you just happen upon this scuplture outside the window and "oh!" my there it is.

Gee... I wonder who THOSE crazy people are!??

There were a lot of paintings there that you looked at and wanted to know the story of the person in the picture. I took a lot of photos of pictures that I wanted to create stories for, but one in particular who'se character was very alluring and mysterious was this painting by Abbot Handerson Thayer. The title of the piece is Margaret MacKittrick. She looks so intense. I want to know her personality.

One piece that I probably would not have enjoyed so much if we hadn't gone rock climbing earlier in the day is this one:

Considering the context of the afternoon, I like to call it CLIMB THIS!!! but I'm not sure of the real name. I understand now what some people mean when they say we attatch our own meanings to art. I would not have even noticed this piece beyond saying "I don't get it" or just passing it off as goofy if I didn't have a personal experience to attach it to. Regardless of the artist's original intent. I found my own meaning in it. Made it personal.

I had fun, too, though. It wasn't all intense mental analysis. :-)

Carrie Tut.

I found this piece relevant to our trash project because it was made out of found items. I enjoyed the amalgamation of things put together.

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even if I didn't completely get it.

one of my favorite pieces and perhaps my favorite photo from the day is this one



It reminded me of frog baby (what? another naked baby frog fountain reminded me of frog baby!??!), but I don't know if it was sculpted by the same person. It was close to the Indiana portion of the early America art, but I wasn't sure. I don't recall if I got a picture of the nameplate or not. I like this photograph compositionally. Go me.

And of course. I have to leave w/ two fun photos.


awwww

And a fun artistic one of carrie's legs.
I call it "standing on tiny shoulders"


I'm so deep.


Like woah.

Little fish just got flushed.

Rest in Peace, Nemo.


I should draw a picture in honor of nemo, but that would require hooking up the tablet, deleting the software, reinstalling the software and restarting my computer. And having just come back from running for 25 minutes and lifting weights afterwards, I don't feel like doing such a trial.

I still have to figure out why my computer speakers ceased working....

I hate auditions. I really do. Every year it's the same thing; I know what shows I'd love to do, what shows I've loved since highschool, and what shows I could possibly, realistically do. And every year, it's one call back - if that - and then nothing. I go to get feedback and it's "oh you've really improved" or "I liked this" or from one oh so kind responder last year: "don't wear stripes. That's all I had. Your clothes must have distracted me too much." I tried to explain to one of my friends who are freshman how frusterated I am. "Well, there's always cave auditions." There's always been cave auditions for the past three years. I feel sometimes, that when I step on stage, especially for an audition that there's people watching who WANT me to fail and I shouldn't feel like that. I should be encouraged to try things and feel like it's ok if I DID fail and not have to step out to this reproachful eye. Maybe people don't feel I'm comitted enough or put enough effort into learning, but I don't understand how I can get into the program at AADA and not into the Chorus at Ball State.

Am I in completely the wrong field? I'm not happy here and I don't want to spend two more years struggling to get into the chorus of a show my last semester. I know I'm already good enough for the chorus even if I still suck too much to do anything else. It's so frusterating. I don't feel like I'm learning anything because HOW many acting classes have I taken? Two - three if you count movement. Three acting classes over three years?

Sometimes I'm not happy here and I don't feel supported and I don't know if it's because I do it to myself or what, but I can't seem to get answers out of anyone about anything. I can't get mad at the actors who do get cast, and I can't get mad at the directors, and I'm not mad. I'm confused and I'm frusterated and I'm not getting the direction I think I need.

I believe that everything happens for a reason and God knows what he's doing, but it's a little hard to just blindly trust that not getting experience is for the better. I don't know what to do: my mom wants me to leave BSU and go to New York, but I don't want to run away from a problem. What if the same thing happens there? I don't know if AADA thinks I'm genuinely good or just "marketable." Beyonce is marketable. She's not an actress. I'm confused right now and sometimes I wish the signs from god were a little more clear.

Edith Webster (died 10 November 1986)
After singing several choruses of "Please Don't Talk About Me When
I'm Gone" during a performance of The Drunkard, this 60-year-old
actress collapsed on stage for her scripted death scene and suffered
an unscripted fatal heart attack. She was pronounced dead at the
hospital.

That has got to be the worst thing for an audience member (and even a cast member); not knowing whether the person is just a great actor or seriously injured. Someone sent out an email of actors/performers/musicians/tv personalities that died while on the job. It wasn't a short list. It started with Moliere, so you know they're in good company. :-) Sorry, that joke probably wasn't in the best of taste...

I bought a baby goldfish the other day because it was small and cute and I only had two goldfish in a ten gallon tank and one female beta. I woke up this morning and discovered the poor little guy beaten and battered by the other fish floating around the tank clinging to life, but unable to swim in the current of the tank because one of his side fins was completely gone and the others were badly torn. Now he's in a small tank by himself with some food and some medicine, but I don't think he'll make it.

Fish and people are cruel.

It amazed me how much trash there was to pick up in even the RESIDENTIAL area of Muncie. I can understand the village being dirty. Don't agree or condone it, but really, people are going to be inconsiderate and well, it's convenient to dump your trash outside the bar. There were some really nice houses that we passed and it's sad to think about the "normal" human beings (aka, non college students) who live in some of these houses and have to deal with the litter from passing drunkards. Although Dani almost picking up a plastic bottle full of Urine was definitely a highlight of the day.

It's been a long time since I did any sort of trash detail. It was definitely a very postive experience. The postive comments we got from passerbys and even offers from the trash men to take our trash bags from us totally let us know that even going around picking up trash was appreciated. With the right application, I hope our art can make a statement about the effects that all the litter has on the city of Muncie.

I think it's similar to the quality of life laws passed in New York.

I also heard about a campaign to clean up one of the Rivers in Washington DC, it started out as a day with maybe 20 people cleaning up this river and now close to 20 years later, they have thousands of people participating in several cleanup events during the year.

I would love to see awareness and civil responsibility in Muncie in relation to trash and litter be increased by what we do; because when people take into account the effect they have on the world around them, they start to realize the positive things they can do. Maybe they'll take into account the OTHER ways they can volunteer and help out.

Here's to dreaming the impossible dream. :-)

I think today, people were ashamed again.. But I think that’s because it’s harder to apologize for music and performance.

Music is the one thing that everyone will respond to. More so than art and words. Music is vulnerable and personal.

Improv – a thorough understanding of the art itself.


The closer that the technical skill and personal identity are developed, the harder the task it is to undertake.


on Thursday - we're taking IN the trash.