thankful for...
I'm thankful that it's Thursday and I get to listen to a visiting artist talk about their work in 45 minutes, then I get to eat dinner, watch Grey's Anatomy and hang out with John.
I'm thankful that I'm done applying for stupid scholarships and don't have to talk to snoody academic advisers again.
I'm thankful that the BYU Twilight Zone wasn't out of White Cheddar Cheez-Its, like they were last time I went in there.
I'm thankful that I correctly said my birthday in french without M. Sparks commenting. (Le seize fevrier mille neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix, ou.....February 16, 1990.)
tender mercy...
I had a test in floral design earlier today and had no time to study until like an hour before because it was last on my list of things to study. So I tried to cram as much information in as I possibly could and only missed like 3 questions. Not bad for having to memorize 18 common names, botanical names, Greek/Latin roots and their meanings. Especially when the names are words like Zantedeschia and Xerophyllum....and you have to spell it right. There is no way I could have done that well on my own. I also added Persian buttercup and hydrangea onto my list of favorite flowers.
made me laugh...
I woke up singing this....
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
accidental glazes
tender mercy...
Today I met with the Art Historian in the library and she helped me find information on the paintings I have to research. She wrote things done for me, went through every set so that I could follow her and understand what she was doing, and gave me a lot of tips for how to make it easier on myself. I'm not as worried about this paper as I was before. Now I just need to find 4 hours to just sit down and write the whole thing.
made me laugh...
Ok, this actually made me semi-embarrassed, but the more I think about it, the more I laugh. Tomorrow is my last day of Ceramics (and the class critique....which is even more embarrassing) and I got to class today eager to see how the glazes on my final projects turned out. I immediately found my Final piece because it is bigger and a pretty unique shape, but it took me a little longer to find my Organic piece. I searched the shelves of sculptures trying to find my 'rose pink' glaze but recognized the shape of my piece first because the glaze turned out white instead of the pink I was hoping for. I picked it up and looked around the whole piece to see how everything turned out. Everything was nice, except for the bottom.
Because I was spraying a cone 6 glaze on my piece (which can't be stilted in the kiln) I needed to put a CC undercoat glaze on the bottom of the piece (because those don't need to be stilted because they won't stick to the kiln shelves). I matched up my pink glazes, painted the CC on the bottom, sprayed the cone 6, and threw it in the kiln.
So, if you're following all of this crazy ceramic stuff, the bottom of my piece turned out pink and the rest white.....not at all matching. The worst part is that there is a slit in that part of my piece and I glazed the inside an iron red color. Lets just say it doesn't look like any of my "organic" pieces that were my inspiration....but it does look a LOT like something else.
thankful for...
I'm thankful that when I asked a girl in my class what she thought of the bottom of my sculpture she said it reminded her of a seashell. :) I guess you could say that....
Today I met with the Art Historian in the library and she helped me find information on the paintings I have to research. She wrote things done for me, went through every set so that I could follow her and understand what she was doing, and gave me a lot of tips for how to make it easier on myself. I'm not as worried about this paper as I was before. Now I just need to find 4 hours to just sit down and write the whole thing.
made me laugh...
Ok, this actually made me semi-embarrassed, but the more I think about it, the more I laugh. Tomorrow is my last day of Ceramics (and the class critique....which is even more embarrassing) and I got to class today eager to see how the glazes on my final projects turned out. I immediately found my Final piece because it is bigger and a pretty unique shape, but it took me a little longer to find my Organic piece. I searched the shelves of sculptures trying to find my 'rose pink' glaze but recognized the shape of my piece first because the glaze turned out white instead of the pink I was hoping for. I picked it up and looked around the whole piece to see how everything turned out. Everything was nice, except for the bottom.
Because I was spraying a cone 6 glaze on my piece (which can't be stilted in the kiln) I needed to put a CC undercoat glaze on the bottom of the piece (because those don't need to be stilted because they won't stick to the kiln shelves). I matched up my pink glazes, painted the CC on the bottom, sprayed the cone 6, and threw it in the kiln.
So, if you're following all of this crazy ceramic stuff, the bottom of my piece turned out pink and the rest white.....not at all matching. The worst part is that there is a slit in that part of my piece and I glazed the inside an iron red color. Lets just say it doesn't look like any of my "organic" pieces that were my inspiration....but it does look a LOT like something else.
thankful for...
I'm thankful that when I asked a girl in my class what she thought of the bottom of my sculpture she said it reminded her of a seashell. :) I guess you could say that....
Friday, February 18, 2011
a rough thursday
tender mercy...
Yesterday I got to school, studied french for 3 hours, went to french class, studied french for 3 more hours, went to my studio seminar class and thought I was ready to take the test. I had done every single flashcard on the book's website and had a new box of junior mints in my pocket. I was ready. I go to the testing center and put those little headphones on that really don't do anything, since my test doesn't make any noise for me to listen to, but I feel better having them on.
The first couple question were a piece of cake. Pieces of furniture: un lit, un placard, etc. But the rest of the test was a DISASTER. I didn't even understand the directions when it handed me a map of Paris, so the directions I wrote probably got Margarite even more lost then she already was. I got off the computer feeling completely stupid, who can study for 6 hours and still not understand the same information on the test? To make things worse, I didn't have a phone to call for a ride and was stuck on campus, by this point it was dark outside, and I couldn't stop crying.
I vaguely remembered seeing a phone in the WLK that I could probably use, but didn't want to deal with it. As I was walking across campus I prayed that I would find a phone and not have to search for one with my bloodshot eyes. Right then I passed by the HFAC and saw a whole group of people. I remembered that it was Rachel Van Wagoner's MFA show opening because I got a flier for it the week before. I actually really wanted to see the show, so I went to the 303 gallery and my mood improved by reading about her little space creatures and listening to the techno space music. I just finished a ceramics class and I was blown away by the glazes she used and little details she'd carved in them.
When I walked out of the gallery I automatically found friends and was able to borrow a phone and call home for a ride. That was my tender mercy and answer to my silly prayer. It was so much better than walking through the WLK (which I usually avoid at all costs). And being surrounded by incredible art reminded me that I don't need to learn french or write amazing research papers about Raphael or Paul Klee, because that isn't my talent. I'm studying how to improve my art. Making art is what I'm good at, what I'm interested in and what I should focus my time on. All the other classes are just for experience and have no right to make me, an artist, feel like I'm stupid.
Yesterday I got to school, studied french for 3 hours, went to french class, studied french for 3 more hours, went to my studio seminar class and thought I was ready to take the test. I had done every single flashcard on the book's website and had a new box of junior mints in my pocket. I was ready. I go to the testing center and put those little headphones on that really don't do anything, since my test doesn't make any noise for me to listen to, but I feel better having them on.
The first couple question were a piece of cake. Pieces of furniture: un lit, un placard, etc. But the rest of the test was a DISASTER. I didn't even understand the directions when it handed me a map of Paris, so the directions I wrote probably got Margarite even more lost then she already was. I got off the computer feeling completely stupid, who can study for 6 hours and still not understand the same information on the test? To make things worse, I didn't have a phone to call for a ride and was stuck on campus, by this point it was dark outside, and I couldn't stop crying.
I vaguely remembered seeing a phone in the WLK that I could probably use, but didn't want to deal with it. As I was walking across campus I prayed that I would find a phone and not have to search for one with my bloodshot eyes. Right then I passed by the HFAC and saw a whole group of people. I remembered that it was Rachel Van Wagoner's MFA show opening because I got a flier for it the week before. I actually really wanted to see the show, so I went to the 303 gallery and my mood improved by reading about her little space creatures and listening to the techno space music. I just finished a ceramics class and I was blown away by the glazes she used and little details she'd carved in them.
When I walked out of the gallery I automatically found friends and was able to borrow a phone and call home for a ride. That was my tender mercy and answer to my silly prayer. It was so much better than walking through the WLK (which I usually avoid at all costs). And being surrounded by incredible art reminded me that I don't need to learn french or write amazing research papers about Raphael or Paul Klee, because that isn't my talent. I'm studying how to improve my art. Making art is what I'm good at, what I'm interested in and what I should focus my time on. All the other classes are just for experience and have no right to make me, an artist, feel like I'm stupid.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Joyeux anniversaire à moi!
thankful for...
Yesterday was my birthday and I'm thankful for all of the people that made my day so great! Heidi took me to La Jolla Groves for lunch and to see the movie "Just Go With It," instead of being bored in Modern Art class. Heidi told me that if I'm going to get a bad grade in the class anyway, I might as well enjoy my birthday in the meantime. I agreed. Then my parents took me and John to Guru's for dinner and went back to the house where the family came for cake and presents. Then went over to John's only to get even more presents! It was a really great day.
tender mercy...
Yesterday was so warm in the morning! I was only wearing a cardigan and it was too much. It was so great. But of course it was snowing by the end of the night because, well, this IS Utah. But even the snow was magical.
made me laugh...
It must of been because it was my birthday and was already in a really good mood, but seriously everything made me laugh yesterday. In one of the movie trailers there was a movie about animals, I can't remember what it was called, but this elephant gets scared and screams....haha I laughed for such a long time over that. I still laugh just thinking about it. I guess I'll have to go see that one when it comes out.
Later that night we were walking to John's and it was so snowy and windy that we couldn't look up to see where we were walking. John stops and has his hands resting on his knees. I turned around to see what was wrong and hear him say, "Go on! Save yourself!" Hahaha I laughed and we walked the rest of the way to his house together.
Yesterday was my birthday and I'm thankful for all of the people that made my day so great! Heidi took me to La Jolla Groves for lunch and to see the movie "Just Go With It," instead of being bored in Modern Art class. Heidi told me that if I'm going to get a bad grade in the class anyway, I might as well enjoy my birthday in the meantime. I agreed. Then my parents took me and John to Guru's for dinner and went back to the house where the family came for cake and presents. Then went over to John's only to get even more presents! It was a really great day.
tender mercy...
Yesterday was so warm in the morning! I was only wearing a cardigan and it was too much. It was so great. But of course it was snowing by the end of the night because, well, this IS Utah. But even the snow was magical.
made me laugh...
It must of been because it was my birthday and was already in a really good mood, but seriously everything made me laugh yesterday. In one of the movie trailers there was a movie about animals, I can't remember what it was called, but this elephant gets scared and screams....haha I laughed for such a long time over that. I still laugh just thinking about it. I guess I'll have to go see that one when it comes out.
Later that night we were walking to John's and it was so snowy and windy that we couldn't look up to see where we were walking. John stops and has his hands resting on his knees. I turned around to see what was wrong and hear him say, "Go on! Save yourself!" Hahaha I laughed and we walked the rest of the way to his house together.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
D's get degrees :)
tender mercy...
I dread going to art history, even though art is my major and I absolutely love learning about historic works of art... it doesn't make sense. Essay questions + memorizing dates + being tested on things I never learned in the class= :( But today I realized that my TA is the easy one and she's grading the embarrassing essay I turned in yesterday. I don't know if the rumors are true but I would be extremely grateful if she was an easy grader.
made me laugh...
Today in class Monsieur Sparks did an impression of how he slipped on the ice while walking to class this morning. Even watching someone pretend to fall made me crack up because it was so unexpected. I can't imagine how loud my laugh would've been if I really did see him fall on the ice.
thankful for...
I'm thankful my parents aren't the type who make you move out when you're 18 and from then on you have to do everything on your own. I wouldn't last a day in a dorm. Not because I need a lot of space or anything, I just want to live with people who don't have drama and won't move away in 3 months. I wouldn't have even gone to college if I didn't have people who are willing to help me. I don't know how people do it. All these people go to school full time, pay for their apartment, food, shampoo...I really don't know how they do it.
I dread going to art history, even though art is my major and I absolutely love learning about historic works of art... it doesn't make sense. Essay questions + memorizing dates + being tested on things I never learned in the class= :( But today I realized that my TA is the easy one and she's grading the embarrassing essay I turned in yesterday. I don't know if the rumors are true but I would be extremely grateful if she was an easy grader.
made me laugh...
Today in class Monsieur Sparks did an impression of how he slipped on the ice while walking to class this morning. Even watching someone pretend to fall made me crack up because it was so unexpected. I can't imagine how loud my laugh would've been if I really did see him fall on the ice.
thankful for...
I'm thankful my parents aren't the type who make you move out when you're 18 and from then on you have to do everything on your own. I wouldn't last a day in a dorm. Not because I need a lot of space or anything, I just want to live with people who don't have drama and won't move away in 3 months. I wouldn't have even gone to college if I didn't have people who are willing to help me. I don't know how people do it. All these people go to school full time, pay for their apartment, food, shampoo...I really don't know how they do it.
Friday, February 4, 2011
My own holiday weekend
made me laugh...
John is always good for a laugh. We were talking about how we should get a cat and how fun it'll be going to pick one out.
John: "but we have to get a kitten."
Me: ".....why?"
John: "Those are the cutest years!"
...Like it was so obvious. What was I thinking skipping right to a cat. LOL
tender mercy...
The tender mercy for the weekend is that I didn't get scheduled to work. At all. Yeah, it'll suck when payday comes and I only get like $50, but this week was stressful and a 'do whatever I want' weekend is needed every now and then. Who knows, I might just watch the whole second season of Pushing Daisies today.
thankful for...
Yesterday I didn't have school. I totally could've been productive, but I decided sleeping in, taking forever to get ready, watching last nights Grey's, doing laundry, cleaning my room and making a LOT of cookies was more important. I ended the night with John. We went to the Communal and saw The Fighter. Great ending to a great day.
John is always good for a laugh. We were talking about how we should get a cat and how fun it'll be going to pick one out.
John: "but we have to get a kitten."
Me: ".....why?"
John: "Those are the cutest years!"
...Like it was so obvious. What was I thinking skipping right to a cat. LOL
tender mercy...
The tender mercy for the weekend is that I didn't get scheduled to work. At all. Yeah, it'll suck when payday comes and I only get like $50, but this week was stressful and a 'do whatever I want' weekend is needed every now and then. Who knows, I might just watch the whole second season of Pushing Daisies today.
thankful for...
Yesterday I didn't have school. I totally could've been productive, but I decided sleeping in, taking forever to get ready, watching last nights Grey's, doing laundry, cleaning my room and making a LOT of cookies was more important. I ended the night with John. We went to the Communal and saw The Fighter. Great ending to a great day.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
kramer's new jammies
made me laugh...
It's been really cold the past few days so my mom put a sweatshirt on Kramer for him to sleep in. He seemed embarrassed but never tried to get out of it. And I'm sure, got the best sleep of his life.
thankful for...
I'm thankful that when I go out with John to get a treat and we go to the BYU Creamery to get a mint brownie, he says, "I'm getting two," and follows it up with, "Do they have german chocolate icecream?" He's perfect.
tender mercy...
Yesterday I took a french test and was sitting at that test computer a lot longer than I'd planned, making me 20 minutes late for Modern Art aka the longest sleepiest class. I got to class at the end of the group quiz. I just sat on the end and this cute girl moved her stuff and asked me to come sit by her, put my name on their group paper and offered me a handful of sour patch watermelons. :)
It's been really cold the past few days so my mom put a sweatshirt on Kramer for him to sleep in. He seemed embarrassed but never tried to get out of it. And I'm sure, got the best sleep of his life.
thankful for...
I'm thankful that when I go out with John to get a treat and we go to the BYU Creamery to get a mint brownie, he says, "I'm getting two," and follows it up with, "Do they have german chocolate icecream?" He's perfect.
tender mercy...
Yesterday I took a french test and was sitting at that test computer a lot longer than I'd planned, making me 20 minutes late for Modern Art aka the longest sleepiest class. I got to class at the end of the group quiz. I just sat on the end and this cute girl moved her stuff and asked me to come sit by her, put my name on their group paper and offered me a handful of sour patch watermelons. :)
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
head in the clouds
thankful for...
I'm glad that the faculty at BYU aren't rude when I ask stupid questions.
I had an appointment with my advisor today to ask her what classes I have left for my major. I can easily go online and find the answer to this question, but it always makes more sense when she highlights the classes on my print out transcript for me. She even did the math for me of which credits come from where, on the bottom of the page. Then she told me to look into applying for a talent award.
So I walk to the DVA office and ask how to apply for a talent award. She shows me the instructions and I ask her to show me how to get to the website. She finally finds it and something clicks in my head that I've already done this. I ask, "is there a way to see if I've already applied?" She gets all mad saying they don't keep them from year to year and I specify that I want to know if I've applied THIS year. She just stares. Then looks it up and sure enough I did the whole portfolio last week. I seriously forgot I did it. Hopefully she isn't the one who decides if I get the scholarship.
tender mercy...
I was talking to a girl in my french class about how hard it is, especially when Monsieur Sparks makes us close our "livres." She confessed that when he says that she closes her textbook but looks at this little notebook of notes she's taken. She copies all of the little key tables from the book into her notebook. The third test is tomorrow, so I filled out my own little notebook to study with. It's done wonders. I know all of my questions and different ways to use the verb avior. Maybe this test won't be as painful as the others.
I'm glad that the faculty at BYU aren't rude when I ask stupid questions.
I had an appointment with my advisor today to ask her what classes I have left for my major. I can easily go online and find the answer to this question, but it always makes more sense when she highlights the classes on my print out transcript for me. She even did the math for me of which credits come from where, on the bottom of the page. Then she told me to look into applying for a talent award.
So I walk to the DVA office and ask how to apply for a talent award. She shows me the instructions and I ask her to show me how to get to the website. She finally finds it and something clicks in my head that I've already done this. I ask, "is there a way to see if I've already applied?" She gets all mad saying they don't keep them from year to year and I specify that I want to know if I've applied THIS year. She just stares. Then looks it up and sure enough I did the whole portfolio last week. I seriously forgot I did it. Hopefully she isn't the one who decides if I get the scholarship.
tender mercy...
I was talking to a girl in my french class about how hard it is, especially when Monsieur Sparks makes us close our "livres." She confessed that when he says that she closes her textbook but looks at this little notebook of notes she's taken. She copies all of the little key tables from the book into her notebook. The third test is tomorrow, so I filled out my own little notebook to study with. It's done wonders. I know all of my questions and different ways to use the verb avior. Maybe this test won't be as painful as the others.
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