Comfort//Discomfort, A BFA Exhibition

Photos of individual works from my BFA show. To read my artist’s statement, go visit my website.

 

Birth, stoneware and encaustic wax, 2012

Birth (detail)

 

Courtship, stoneware, 2012

Courtship (detail)

 

Motherhood, stoneware, 2012

Motherhood (alternate view)

Motherhood (detail)

 

Death, stoneware, 2012

 

Escape, stoneware, 2012

 

I Wanna Hold Your Hand, stoneware, 2012

 

Animals Wearing Itchy Sweaters series, oil on canvas, 2012

Gizmo, oil on canvas, 2012

 

Bear, oil on canvas, 2012

 

Squirrel, oil on canvas, 2012

 

Goose, oil on canvas, 2012

 

Raccoon, oil on canvas, 2012

 

I also displayed my claymation, The Carnivale:

The End of an Era

About a week ago I got up early, put on my dorky-looking 100% polyester regalia, sat in the hot sun for a couple of hours, and walked across the stage to receive that piece of paper that isn’t actually a diploma but it supposed to be a stand-in for one.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks.

Immediately after classes ended I was still working in the studio every day getting things done for my show. Plus, in addition to frantically finishing up work, we had to prepare our room to make it presentation worthy. Because there were so many graduating BFA students (I think there were 12 this semester) me and another girl were in one of the class rooms rather than a formal crit space. It was a nice space (I actually requested out of a crit space to be there) but took a lot of work. We had to move all of the furniture and spackle, sand, and paint all of the walls. Plus, since all of my work was small sculptural work I needed an abundance of pedestals.

I think I now officially hold the title of Pedestal Queen.

While setting up one of the larger pieces I realized I needed an extra pedestal to fit and went on a wild goose chase to find unused pedestals of the same style. But the VC department was being a bunch of pedestal hogs (bastards) and I ended up having to turn a floor pedestal on its side.

Yeah, art school woes, am I right?

But, in the end, it came out pretty nice.

The set up (my side). I even installed that damn TV. And printed my artist’s statement on sticky paper and put it on the wall. And threw all of the plates/bowls that we used to put food on.

Dedication.

(I’ll put up pictures of the work in another post soon).

It actually ended up being a pretty good turn out.

(I even made my dress. From a sheet I found at Goodwill)

The day after the opening was graduation. So, we woke up early and braved the traffic and already growing heat and humidity to go to the huge convocation ceremony.

Despite the ridiculous heat once the sun came out, it was a pretty good ceremony. We had Soledad O’Brien as our commencement speaker, who I thought delivered a really great speech.

Also, the program informed me I graduated Cum Laude? Surprise!

And then more talking and more ceremonies and blah blah blah. Lots of fanfare and all of that.

It feels good to be done thought.

Immediately after graduating I had to pack up everything I owned and move out the next day.

Like I said, a busy couple of weeks.

And that brings us to now, in my parent’s house in Maryland. It feels really strange being back home, even if it is for a short time. Since I’ve been back I sorted through everything, gave a lot to Goodwill, and started packing for my move to San Francisco. I still don’t have a job or a permanent place to live (my friend kindly is letting me stay with him until I do, I won’t be totally homeless) but I’m excited. Everyone keeps asking me why I’m moving but all I can really say is “Because I can.”

And, right now, that seems like a good enough reason for me.

Last Full Week as an Undergrad

I feel like May sort of crept up on me this year.

Normally the excitement of my birthday and the beautiful weather spring always brings make me long for May but this year I don’t think I flipped the page on my calendar until May 5th.

And, of course, when I did I was reminded of the overwhelming amounts of things I need to do written in red pen.

Awesome.

But, surprisingly, I’m not horribly worried.

This time of year is when all the students you forgot were in your class all semester finally come out of the woodwork and complain about pulling all-nighters to get their work done in time for critiques. I, on the other hand, am the tortoise who has been working her ass off the entire semester.

So, you know, suck it hares.

(But really I do still have a lot to do).

Classes are really winding down now. We are now in our last pose for my figure painting class but here are the past two poses (one day and two day, respectively).

In class on Monday I realized I had no extra canvases around and didn’t see the point in buying a new one for our last pose so I painted over the study from the first week. Looking at these pictures I can definitely see a great improvement from where I was when I did my first figure study. I mean, I’m still not particularly good, but I feel more confident and feel like I’m on track to getting better.

(Also, I felt painting my last study for the semester over the one from the first day had a nice sort of poetic symmetry to it).

As for the rest of my work, I’ve just been plowing on. For my show I’ve decided to include my teapots and my animal paintings and hopefully one of my videos. I’ve been a machine the past couple of weeks, just making as many ceramic pieces as I can so I have a few to choose from for my final show.

I even ordered postcards for my show this week.

(So, you know, I’m gonna be legit)

I designed them so the full image is on the front and in the info on the back. Hope they turn out well considering how much I payed to have them printed.

Outside of school, real life is starting to force its way into the forefront of my mind.

Yesterday I bought my one-way ticket to San Francisco leaning mid-June. No backing out now, I’m moving. Once I got my flight confirmation I went through a quick progression of strong emotions from really excited to having a panic attack about the fact that I’m leaving everything I know to liveĀ  in a city I’ve only visited once. My parents don’t seem to happy about the move but, to be honest, I think I need this. I’ve been living here in Newark for 5 years now and before that 18 years in the same house in Maryland. I have the safety net of the University and the knowledge that my family is only two hours away. I think it would be good for me to test myself to see if I really can make it on my own once I forcefully fling myself out of the nest.

But, of course, it’s not helping my anxiety. There’s always the looming fear that I won’t be able to find a job or a job that will be able to pay the bills. I’ve been consistently sending out applications, cover letters, resumes, and emails begging artists to take me on as an assistant but no one wants to hire me. And what if I can’t find a place to live? I’m staying with my friend when I first get there but can’t allow myself to mooch off him for too long. What if I actually hate living there? What if I hate my job? What if I am so busy trying to stay afloat financially that I can’t continue making art?

But I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

As a nice break from my miniature panic attacks though my parents came up to meet me in Baltimore on my birthday this past weekend. We went to the American Visionary Art Museum, always an interesting place.

A covertly snapped photo of one of the kinetic sculptures (they don’t allow photography).

Unfortunately we went one day shy of their annual kinetic sculpture race where the museum always features a giant pink poodle named Fifi. It was a good time anyway though.

And, of course, they had some great funhouse mirrors.

And got my “fortune” told by Zoltar.

(I didn’t turn into an adult overnight though, I think he was broken.)

ALSO!

This Friday, members of the UD Ceramics community (including myself) will be having an End of Semester Pottery Sale!

The sale will be from 11-6 in the courtyard behind Recitation Hall (Right off Main Street, Newark, DE). Come! Tell Your friends! Buy all of my pottery because I can’t take it to California!

Nearing the Last Lap

It’s the home stretch. The last mile. More running metaphors.

(I’m not a runner. Or particularly good with metaphors).

But pressure seems to be building, getting ready for graduation and I am definitely feeling it.

At the start of this semester I was so ready to be finished with school, but now that I’m coming up to the end all I can think is that I’m only just barely scratching the surface of what I want to learn.

But I guess you have to graduate at one point.

The undergrad juried show I talked about last time was, well, a disappointment to be honest. My teapot was displayed sans lid (why did the installers not see that? Really?) and my other piece was just completely forgotten to be unwrapped. Truly, a failure if I’ve ever seen one. I’m supposed to pick up my pieces tomorrow so let’s hope they at least made it back to Newark.

But here are some pictures. (It did look good on a pedestal though)

Since the show I have been working in full force in ceramics. Yesterday I sold pottery at UD’s Ag day with a few other people in the department. Again, to be honest, it was a bit of a disappointment. Overall, we did not do nearly as well as we expected to and I only sold a few pieces. Better than nothing I suppose.

In past years Ag Day has had over 5000 people attend so we went a little overboard making for it.

(We even had a throw-a-thon and stayed in the studio working until 5:30 AM).

(With the wonderful Minori, master of Raku firing)

We did raise better awareness that UD did indeed have a ceramics department though. We did some throwing demos throughout the day and I got some really interested people asking good questions while I was throwing.

Since all of us had a TON of pottery left over we are planning an end of the semester sale in May. It’s still in the planning stages but hopefully that will let me make a little extra money I need to get out to California.

As for my own work, I’m just working in production-mode making work for my show.

I’ve thrown bodies/lids for a few mid-sized versions and will be working on smaller spider pots this week. Hopefully I will at least have a wide pool to choose from when I get to installation time.

I’ve also just been experimenting with different ideas to keep things interesting. This teapot is made all from extruded square tubes and is connected throughout to hold water. It ended up being a lot larger than I had planned on but I’ll probably just fire it anyway.

I’ve also been painting quite a bit and, actually, loving it.

For the last project in my painting studio class we were asked to write up a proposal for what we wanted to do. Mine was a series of animals wearing sweaters.

And they are a lot of fun to paint.

This is the one I just started this week. More photos to come later.

And, just because, I end with the photo I submitted for my senior photo for graduation:

(Aww yeah, in a kiln!)

Post Spring Break Blues

Last week was my first week back in classes since spring break, meaning my professors took every available opportunity to remind us that the semester will be over in (now) less than 6 weeks at which time I will have to face the fact that I am venturing out into the real world with thousands of dollars in student loan debt and a useless Bachelor’s degree in Fine Art, and area which I may well never find a job.

But at least my spring break was fun.

When I left the east coast it was 80 degrees and sunny. When I got to California it was 55, windy, and raining. The weather was pretty adamant about staying cold but we did get a couple of good days in.

My friend Josh kindly let me stay with him and showed me around the city. Hope he doesn’t mind his mug on my blog.

(But I realized I have no photos to prove that I was there, I’m not photogenic, internet)

We did a lot of the touristy things: saw the bridge, Fisherman’s wharf, the Mission, made fun of the sea lions, walked up a really steep hill, Lombard street, all the big ones.

Overall, it was a good time, but definitely not enough time there. I felt like I got on a place to leave the day after I got there.

But since coming back reality has kicked my ass in gear.

As my BFA show is coming up far too quickly I am trying to really focus and make work to show for it. I’m still ironing out the details of what I want but I know that I want to include some of my character pottery.

Last week my ceramics professor suggested that I try making them smaller to make them “less foreboding looking.” Originally I dismissed it because I want them to be kind of off-putting but I decided to give it a try anyway.

So I made a set of two tiny teapots.

Not gonna lie, they’re adorable.

I haven’t fired them yet so we’ll have to see if the small legs support them better.

And, I had thrown a variety of teapot bodies to choose from and ended up just finishing them too.

(I’m in love, regular sized teapots are totally overrated)

And, of course painting.

Ah yes, painting.

I had started my two self portraits before spring break but, when I came back I basically repainted them completely.

This one I had gotten a fair amount done before I left but hit a wall once I started working after the break.

Solving the problem of the drapery gave me a lot of grief and by the time critique rolled around the painting was still unfinished and I couldn’t stand to even look at it. the original had the face much more obvious, making it, in my opinion, look really kitsch and stupid.

(I mean, I still don’t love it, but it is an improvement).

But, after working for hours and hours painting and repainting the same thing I was just so frustrated I couldn’t even look at it.

And then a friend gave me possibly the best advice I could have gotten: give up.

Give in to the failure and start over.

So, I haphazardly painted over the drapery I had painstakingly obsessed over for so long.

And it was incredibly liberating.

I had gotten stuck and felt so invested in the time and materials I had wasted on that painting I couldn’t see that I needed to just start over.

(But after that it came easily. A lesson well learned).

My other self-portrait is another story entirely.

This one I had gotten barely anything done on and finished in about 2 days.

I don’t do self-portraits a lot (mostly because I’m not a talented portrait painter and don’t like having to stare at myself that long) and I feel like when I do it’s difficult to not put your personality into the work.

When I went for critique my professor started psychoanalyzing me based on the work, saying I looked lonely, like I was lost, in a dream, fading away: all things I was actually feeling when I was painting the work.

The fact that she could tell all of that from my work made me intensely uncomfortable, standing in front of a class of my peers, already sensitive about my skills as a painter (or lack thereof). Normally I’m comfortable sharing my work in critique but something about showing such a personal self portrait felt totally wrong.

Also, I still don’t think it’s finished.

And in figure painting we’re in the middle of a three-day pose, the longest we’ve done so far.

I, however, was unaware of how long the pose was and showed up to class with a 20X24 canvas, so I used the first day to sketch out the painting that I started painting on a more reasonable scale this week.

In other news, the annual undergraduate juried show, Not yet Famous Artists Revealed, had its submission and jury process last week and I was pleased to find that I got two of my ceramic pieces into the show!

Unlike other years our guest juror selected far fewer works to be shown, only about 35.

In the show are my hand mug and tea set.

Unfortunately, the tea set had a couple of mishaps.

The day before the submission date I put the set in to glaze fire. When I got them out of the kiln the next day not only had the majolica glaze not come out evenly but legs had fallen off of two of my teacups. So, I put the teapot and two cups in to be juried.

And while the juror was selecting works legs fell off of the remaining teacups.

The resulting carnage.

But my teapot made it in.

And then the next day I was helping to pack up the work to move it to Wilmington and Nate, the building manager, knocked a leg off of the teapot.

E6000 came to the rescue, but I’m not sure it will hold.

(I rode with him in the front of the truck to keep him safe).

It’s a pretty interesting space though, I’m excited to see it put together.

But if anyone is in the Wilmington area and interesting in seeing some artwork, stop by! The show, put on in part by the UD Art department and NWAA, will be opening this Friday, April 13 at the NWAA Gallery at 4 W. 5th Street from 6-9.

Should be good.

March Madness Roundup

As my limited readership may have guessed by the lack of posting, March has been a hectic month.

(A very hectic month indeed).

The past two weeks especially have been trying with all of my classes wrapping up class for spring break with critiques as well as reality’s bitch-slap in the face that came in the form of a meeting of all of the graduating BFA students where we hashed out what spaces we wanted for our senior shows.

And for making it through I feel very deserving of this break.

But here’s what I’ve been working on.

First off, printmaking.

Except I apparently have no photos of my print work. I’ll have to fix that later. But I did finish my arm series. I felt really bad that I wasn’t able to to do the same for the leg (4 blocks: a leg, the bones, the muscles, and the veins) but my professor didn’t seem too bothered by it.

If you will allow me a tangent I felt that critique was particularly frustrating. The assignment was to utilize a 4′ x 4′ piece of plywood, encouraging us to work and print large of design a more in depth project. Instead it seemed like everyone just cut their blocks down and did a lazy print on top of the fact that most of the people in my class didn’t even start carving their wood blocks until a week ago (when we’ve been working on this project since the first week of the semester). The majority of people who did do this, of course, were the VC students. I know that I shouldn’t be concerned with how much effort other people put into their work but it pisses me off so much when people just don’t even try or bullshit their way through a project and then expect praise for it. It’s insulting to the professor and to the students who actually care about what work they present.

Someone needs to give these VC kids a slap.

But enough bitching.

 

Next, ceramics.

About a month back I made and trimmed about a dozen bowls and have been keeping them leather hard with the intention of carving into them. These were an experiment with that, I was trying to think about interesting and off-putting designs to put in something you would eat out of so I carved butcher’s diagrams for the cow, pig, and lamb.

I brushed the carving with a red iron oxide which left this really great blood red smear when I wiped it off. I don’t know why but when I fired them again with a clear glaze on top they turned black and lost all of that residual red color around the design. Really strange, that’s never happened before. I don’t know, maybe I’ll try a different mason stain or something next time.

I also finally got around to firing that hang mug.

(My ipod does not take quality photographs clearly)

I used a skin/creme color underglaze and painted the nails with a clear overglaze to make them shiny (and, unfortunately, a little yellow).

The fingers shrank a little too much in the firing process but it seemed to go over well in my last senior studio crit. My prof thought it was hilarious.

I also got a chance to make some porcelain last week and make some things to probably sell later in April.

(I had forgotten how great porcelain was to throw with. Its texture is gorgeous).

This guy is actually a white stoneware (I don’t usually like to use low fire stoneware because low fire glazes are awful but I had a bag I wanted to finish). I’m planning on ordering a bamboo handle for it, overall I like the form that came out of it.

And, the most laborious of them all, the tea set.

It’s taken a few tries to get the right clay body and drying time combination but I think this one will make it to completion. It was definitely labor intensive though, to keep the legs from cracking off I trimmed, assembled, and leg-ed all of them on the same day.

I’m obviously going to have a tea party once these bad boys are glazed, all of the components are still functional.

 

And, last and certainly least, painting.

 

Ah yes, painting, the bane of my existence this semester.

Seriously.

There was a time when I really enjoyed painting (hence why I wanted to switch classes) but now it just feels like a chore.

And a chore I’m not very good at.

I feel so embarrassingly not confident and unskilled making me anything but enthused about working on my projects, especially when I would much rather be butting my time and efforts on projects I enjoyed.

But here’s what I’ve got.

My final three toy paintings (in horrible quality. Seriously, I swear the colors are not nearly as bad in real life).

I am actually going to go back into all of these for little details, especially the jack-in-the-box but feel like I need to separate myself from them of a while.

A long while.

And some studies for figure painting:

(One day pose, reclining)

(Two day pose, sitting)

For this class I still mostly feel like I don’t know what I’m doing be do kind of feel like I’m improving, at least a little. And I have been using a wider color palette which I like a lot more.

And what I’m working on now:

The next assignment is to do two self-portraits, this is one that I started today. Clearly it needs a lot more work but after about an hour/hour and a half I just couldn’t stand looking at myself anymore.

And, not actually a painting, but I am starting a new project for my senior studio class. I’m going to make a couple (I hope) of embroidered portraits of housewives. It’s still in its infancy but here’s a sketch that I just transferred to fabric.

 

So, as you can see, I’ve been busy. It’s been difficult to balance work and school (especially trying to keep up my same standard of work when my hours in the studio are significantly reduced). I’ve been tired and grumpy and in need of a break so a week away in SAN FRANCISCO is much needed.

See you suckers when I get back!

I’ve missed you, studio. Where have you been all my life?

This past week was difficult to say the least.

 

In previous semesters I have gotten the majority of my quality studio work time Friday-Sunday. This, however, is much more difficult to do when you work 16 hours over the weekend and want to do nothing more than sleep in Friday mornings.

I go to class and do work Monday through Thursday, sleep in Friday morning, wake up consumed with guilt over not being in the studio working, get a few solid hours in, and work Saturday and Sunday (all the while still feeling that crippling guilt over working a menial job when I should be in the studio working on that thing that totally needs to get done this week).

It’s really not great for my mental health, I’m already burnt out.

Despite that fact returning to the studio Monday morning brings with it a certain joy (with, of course, the underlying anxiety that I will not finish all my work). I feel relieved that I can finally stop planning to do work and actually get something done. At my job I am constantly fighting an uphill battle trying to just maintain things and get frustrated that nothing ever actually gets accomplished (other than earning the too-small wages which I really do need if I want to move west after graduation).

But, still, there aren’t enough hours in the day and the cycle continues with me stressing about the next deadline I have to meet.

But, as the White Stripes so articulately put it, I’m being like the squirrel, girl. I’m breaking my problems into bits and trying to deal with them one at a time.

Problem is it feels like an overwhelming pile of acorns.

 

But today was pretty productive.

We have a bottle project in my wheel throwing class, requiring 10 similar bottles with some sort of unifying theme. I finished throwing the basic bottles today. My idea is to make stoppers for them all, each featuring a sculpted building so that when the bottles are lined up they create a cityscape.

(I haven’t decided if I want to re-throw a few for being too different from the rest. The collection of ones off to the right is the rejects-all too tall or too short as I didn’t measure them while I was throwing)

I also got a load in to bisque fire today so new exciting things should be out soon.

 

I also got some time to reevaluate my paintings. Basically I decided all were crap and needed to be painted over.

So I started over completely on two. The other I might paint over soon. Depends on how things progress.

I really hope my professor didn’t actually think I could finish a series of three paintings in a week.

All of which clearly need a lot more work.

 

Spring break needs to hurry up.

Crowded Days, Sleepy Nights

Well, the semester is in full swing.

Meaning I spend countless hours in my studio doing work yet still have mountains left to do.

 

First up, printmaking.

I really enjoyed my last printmaking class and was really excited to be able to try out some new techniques and stuff. Our first assignment is a woodcut, but on a much larger than usual scale. We were each given a 4′ X 4′ piece of plywood to basically do with as we pleased.

I, being the dumbly ambitious student that I am, wanted to do 8 different print matrices. I have a passion for creepy old medical illustrations so I chose to do images of an arm and a leg, each split into 4 layers: skin, muscular, skeletal, and vascular. My intention was to print them on rice paper and have them overlap but I’ll probably do other prints of them individually or as collage.

But I underestimated how difficult it was to carve into plywood.

I intend to print only the outline of the arm (ie-cut out the background too) but my prof suggested I try printing first with the background. Results weren’t spectacular and brought with them lots of annoyance though.

And this is the skeletal arm in progress. Since I have to carve out the background anyway I think I’m going to do some reductive prints of each (meaning I would print this as is, then cut out the insides of the design and print it again on the same print).

 

I need a better method though. Just cutting that skeleton arm probably took me a good 5 hours on Thursday. I do not have that kind of time.

 

And some painting.

If this semester has taught me anything it is that I am a mediocre painter at best.

(Really, at best)

But I do try and I’m hoping that hard work will somehow translate to skill.

This is the continuation of the figure painting from two weeks ago. (It looks like no improvement though, I just keep re-painting the same parts hoping that eventually they will be perfect. They never are though).

 

This past week our model was sick so we spent the two classes taking turns painting other students.

My poor friend Shawn was my victim. This looks nothing like him.

I’ve never liked painting or drawing portraits of people I know. the problem is I never feel like I can really capture them properly and then I end up obsessively painting and repainting over the same work.

One of my professors said once that if you can’t capture a basic likeness in an hour the best thing to do is to start over. Unfortunately that wasn’t really a possibility in a 3 hour figure class.

Maybe next time.

Shawn, though, does not have that problem.

(He is clearly a more skilled painter than I).

 

Also, more dumb decision making of the week, I decided to swap my photo class for a painting studio class.

The first assignment (which I am two weeks behind on is sort of a vague idea about creating a narrative with non-human subjects. I wanted to do portraits of broken toys for mine and have started the paintings but haven’t really gotten very far.

(Right now they just feel embarrassingly bad).

 

And, of course, there’s always ceramics.

I’ve spent the past couple of weeks playing around with different ideas with pottery. I made a whole bunch of bowls two weeks back and have been thinking about what to do with them. I was just messing around one day and thought about trying to convey a narrative through carving into the clay surface and made up two bowls with a little scene in each that led into the other, kind of like panels in a comic. The one that I did wasn’t horribly interesting but I want to try and play with that more (If I have time).

I was also thinking about trying out different ways that people interact with functional pottery and, on a whim, came up with this mug.

The hope is that when you hold the mug you can intertwine your fingers with its (so you can hold hands with your mug).

 

Overall, though, things have been rough.

This week has been particularly busy, making me all the more stressed about not getting enough done. Add on top of that the feeling of crippling failure and discouragement whenever I try to paint and you’ve got my week.

In the past I have really enjoyed painting. Last semester especially painting was my fun class, the one I really didn’t have to worry about. Now it feels like a chore. Trying to make up for lost time has been stressful and I feel like I didn’t really have enough time to think about what I wanted to do with lighting and composition and don’t have the source material to paint from life (which I find is always more successful than from reference photos).

I just need a fucking breather. I work so hard during the week to try and get work done, forcing myself to stay in the studio later and get there earlier. Friday is my only day without classes and I try to cram all of the work that, in previous semesters, I would normally have gotten done over the course of the weekend because now I work on the weekends at a job that is slowly gnawing away at my soul.

 

I really need a vacation.

Life in Full Swing

Life, as a whole really, has been pretty busy.

And thus stressful.

But, for the most part, I do enjoy having a full schedule. Sure, sometimes it makes me crazy and I end up crying a little on my drive home from work but afterward I realize that I enjoy my life much more when I feel like I have actual things to do and valuable work to be done.

(Sad, right?)

So, between school and work my time has been pretty full.

In this past week I have been getting back into my rhythm with throwing/trimming/firing. For my portfolio-building senior studio I have decided to do a lot more work in ceramics, especially sculptural work. In the past two years I’ve done a lot of work to try and hone my technical skills and now I really want to take those skills and apply them so that you view the piece in a different way, as something that is more than just functional.

So I put some legs on some stuff.

I was kind of experimenting with creepy character pottery last semester but wasn’t taking a class so all the work I was doing was on my own time. And, since I have none of that, I didn’t get a whole lot done.

Goals for this semester though: be a prolific potter. Just make shit and make a lot of it.

(And then sell it.)

But in the mean time here’s what I have so far:

Mug factory, in progress.

And this teapot sprouted legs to become this teapot:

I successfully and safely got him into the kiln today so I hope he survives the bisque firing.

Good news though: the batshit crazy hippie girl is moving out of the senior studio in the ceramics studio so I moved in there! And no one else is in there at the moment so I have the whole cinderblock closet with no windows to myself! It’s gonna be good, I might not leave.

 

Figure painting is still going strong with me feeling embarrassed not by the naked people but by my lack of skill the fact that I really have no idea what I’m doing. But I feel like I’m on my way to getting the hang of it. Maybe by the end of the semester.

But it’s not all work, thankfully. My sister got me a home brewing kit for Christmas and I finally took Friday to try it out.

It was a sort of mix between fun and horribly stressful. And made our house smell gross.

(and we made a huge mess)

In the end we totally fucked it up though. Apparently if you boil the wort too long you get a thick slimy brown goop that looks like baby poop.

Oh well.

(I’m gonna try it again though. Once I have time again).