College Life: Watercolor
1:43:00 AM
“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
-Lewis Carroll
I think I got lucky this year... For once I actually think I understand what it means to enjoy classes. People used to ask me if I liked what I was doing and I'd be like, "I think so?" But then gradually like a frog in a pot of gradually boiling water, I began to just realize that I didn't.
Anyhow, all that aside, I actually think I love this class. I used to spend 3 hours in studio three times a week, and time always felt like it was moving so slowly. But here, spending 3 hours here on Tuesday and Thursday, I don't even notice.
Maybe it's because watercolor has always been such a zen thing to me but it feels like what I imagine meditation and yoga would feel like... you know, if I didn't get bored so easily.
This is my seat. I sit here. I just do.
Blurry ripped mountains. New tape still needed.
Blurry Fisherman/woman. Who knows? -Equality-
Blurry pagoda with blurry trees. Someone want to fund me for a new camera?
This is actually such a weird piece but my professor actually likes it a lot better than my other one... *shrug*
Actually I think I kind of do too. It's not really my usual aesthetic, but there's something about it that just means more to me.
There's a pile of art behind me that hasn't moved since our first day. It's a bit sad. So I throw my stuff there every so often just to keep them company, but I always take it back home with me when class is over.
So they don't think I left them behind too.
So they don't think I left them behind too.
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