frustration, frustration, frustration.

I hate my art class.

I love art.

have I mentioned to you all that the professor makes the class?

if you’re ever signing up for an art class at State, don’t take anything from the professor that I have (contact me for the name, if you like). it’s… words don’t really do it justice. the main problem is that if you don’t do a project in the exact way she would do it, she doesn’t like it. she gives really bad explanations of what she wants us to do, but she thinks she’s explaining it perfectly. so when you ask a question she usually can’t give you an answer, because the fact that you could even have a question in the first place is so baffling to her. and she hates minimalism. I love minimalism (though you probably wouldn’t guess from that line & shape project I posted photos of). so there’ve been some issues with some of my work. mainly the painting I did for our fourth project (due April 9… I’m working a little ahead). it’s supposed to be an illustration of perspective, so I did a landscape (of course). was it awesome? no; but it was pretty good, and I really liked the way the colors turned out. but, since there were no mountains or random bushes, it was “a little boring.” so another girl in class shows her the cartoon town she’s working on for the same project, and the perfesser has her show it to me, because “it’s actually interesting, there’s some stuff in there.”

bah. humbug. I was basically incensed. I probably shouldn’t have been as angry as I was about this one thing, because it’s not a huge deal, but it was that plus everything. I’m guessing this woman is not a Georgia O’Keefe fan.

I need to make a packing list.

and… I got really happy last night, because I found my cds. :> I haven’t been able to find my wallet thing for a couple of months, but I haven’t looked for it that much — I’m so rarely home and not studying that I don’t listen to much music, unless it’s on the computer. so I finally scoured the house because I was getting tired of the Beatles mix I burned, and I was beginning to think that it had been left in the car and lifted and I’m such a tube sock I didn’t even notice. then I looked behind the stereo in the living room and sure enough, it had fallen back there. since that stupid wallet contains nearly every cd I’ve bought since I was 12, I was pretty happy.

I leave you with a Georgia O’Keefe landscape, “Winter Road.”