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Work update

I always draw sad looking people.  I should just change my Thesis from "transforming the human body into a monsterous being" to "I draw sad people".

I stole the face from a magazine.  Shh!

The thought that my Thesis work is due in two weeks is making me feel sick.
and it probably doesn't help that I probably am getting sick...

fingertips

Too much washing.  Too much pressing, pulling, pushing.  Calluses everywhere.  My fingertips are blackened and stained with charcoal and ink.  There is a weird feeling of pleasure of it, I feel like I’ve been working, and working feels good.  But I really can’t feel my fingertips, the skin’s so rough and dry and the calluses are so hard they press into the softer flesh.

I could use a break, a couple days, but I know I have to press on if I want to feel accomplished by the end of this first semester—it seems ridiculous that we must have work done when really Thesis spans the entire year.

Performance, or just a nut?

[originally posted Thursday, November 1st, 2012]
 
This happens all the time.  Well, not specifically this…

I was walking through Grange Park toward Queen Street to get onto a streetcar—my thesis class was going gallery hopping.  On my way there were two girls walking in my opposite direction.  One was short, wore glasses, and was wearing pants and a hoodie, the other was taller (though she was wearing white, plastic, platform shoes), heavy makeup, a sweater and a schoolgirl skirt.  I glimpsed them, and I thought they were arguing, they certainly were talking loudly.

Suddenly, the taller one broke away.  She looked angry and she stomped off towards my direction.  As she did so, she tore away her skirt.  She was naked underneath her skirt.  It took me a minute to register that.  I think I naturally assumed that she was wearing skin-coloured tights, I didn’t realised that I was looking at her pubic hair/bare crotch until I saw a little old Asian woman from the other side point and yell out something to the effect of “what are you doing”, “what the hell??” in whatever language, and her friend shouting after her to stop.

I was stunned, and I tried not to look directly at her as she walked passed me.  I lowered my head and I tried to stifle a giggle into my coffee cup.

I looked ahead and her friend was still at the site where the checkered skirt lay on the wet floor, trying to come up with words.  The old woman drew closer to her, trying to figure out what happened.  A group of boys also passing by stopped and craned their necks to see the girl’s naked rear as she continued on through the park.  I wanted to look back, but a part of me didn’t want to register what just happened as an actual occurrence.

This happened around noon, and I’m still trying to figure out what was happening…  A part of me thinks it could have been a performance.  I’m never really sure what is reality and what is an act of reality around the OCAD area.

post-mid term blues

ahhh...  Mid-term has come and gone, and I did alright.  I really could have done better, but heck!  I waited 5 hours for my advisor to show up, and all my thoughts pooped out on me.  It's only mid-term...  ho-hum.

But since then, the evolution of the rat-peeps: 

I seem to like where this (above) is going...  Was working on it today.  Mainly charcoal (layers of willow + fix, and charcoal powder) on sections of paper mended together.

Aside from Thesis, I've just been trying to keep my hands busy.  At some point, I really am going to have to sell some work for small bucks.  And well heck, I've gotta brush up my skills, keep 'em fresh.

I don't know if it's because I have retained what I've learned, and learned from my mistakes, or it's because I'm not pressured with deadlines and gradings, but I have never felt so comfortable and at ease just painting and printing...