Sunday, 20 November 2005

• I suppose things in my life have been nominally interseting of late, so thus it is time to update. The most recent point of interest is that Friday, instead of working, I took a day off and switched Friday's work day to work on Saturday. So, instead of working Friday, I ran some errands. First of which was to get up as early as possible and make my way to the Department of Motor Vehicles. Department of Much Violence. Dank Milk Vault. Anyway, that wasn't especially exciting, considering it involves standing in lines, having a light flashed in your face and, with the temporary blindness, having someone ask you if the picture on the computer is an acceptable likeness. "Yeah, that's fine, whatever." And then, after standing in lines and being assaulted by a light, you sit in the waiting chamber of woe (which is actually the same room, just a part that has a bunch of benches) as you wait for your number to arrive on a electronic board to inform you which register to go to and  make your purchase.

  On the way home I made a stop at CVS and the deli to pick up some black poster boards and some crap to eat; I hadn't had any breakfast that morning. While drinking one of my purchased items, the favored strawberry milk, I knocked it over. I've spilled an exaggerated number of things in the last weeks, and I'm hoping Clay will come home soon and start spilling things so I don't have to. Clay spilled his sprite some weeks back and finally knew what it was like to be me, to know the agony of thoughtless idiocy. After that ordeal, I made my way out to the post office on Clay's account to mail out some small packages. Essentially another line that required me to stand in it. I got and started organizing my work into a portfolio for the Cooper Union's open house/portfolio day. I fumbled around with my stuff in a hurried fashion and worried a bit more than I should have, but a huge amount of relief came when I checked when the information about the open house again. I felt a lot better when I found that it was at 3:30 instead of what I had thought, 3:00. Anyway, I did a bit of cropping with my work and pasted them on black poster board. Myself and my portfolio got on the subway and made our way to Cooper Union, the land of destiny. Or maybe not destiny, we'll see.

  The open house itself was pretty interesting, and the school has a rather attractive environment. Sixty to sixty-five students are admitted each year, and each student that makes it in gets a full scholarship after their work is scrutinized by most (or all?) members of the faculty. A student giving a tour made a crack about how, when he walked into an office of faculty strangers, they said hello and addressed him by his first name. It kind of freaked him out, because he didn't know them, but they had looked at his work and knew who he was long before he started schooling. The community, because it is small, seems pretty tight-knit and friendly. Everyone knows each other and most are willing to go out of their way to help you out. The portfolio review portion, which I nearly worried myself sick for, wasn't quite as bad as my body had expected. The guy looking at my work was really helpful and had a lot to say about my work, and about the drawing of Paris in particular. He went at great lengths about spatial relationships of objects in space. In that piece I took a highly detailed yet some what flat approach. I got shape and shading right, but forgot to consider light and form. After loads of thought concerning that, hopefully my work will start improving with that in mind.

  Sometimes I imagine a conversation where someone asks me what my interests are and I answer, in a deep voice, "Dark, unspeakable things like ponies, and butterflies, and rainbows, and bunny rabbits." I guess it's not as funny as I thought.

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