Speaking of which, I will be making the second half of the two-card "Mirror" assignment. Apparently people like the not-quite-concise image I was able to carve out and print out... why? I have no idea.
Today the Korean exchange students came and Nick was dragging his around campus. Didn't get to talk to her much though. The Han tried talking to this girl in Korean, but she kept on using casual pronounciations instead of honorific; the girl was 18. Very entertaining.
Been working on a charcoal drawing for no apparent academic reason. And more than three people commented on how I only draw pretty people. All I can say is... yep, I do. I'd consider myself a neo-aestheticist (if there is such a movement) in that art must appeal to the senses. Not necessarily all the bland and shallow works coming out of the original aestheticist movement; my catholic upbringing wouldn't let me ignore the power of symbolism. But yes, I draw pretty people. Albeit half the time they're disembowled (or at least decapitated).
Then again, there's the other end of the scale; I don't want to be too egocentric. We had to read an article about surrealist landscapes and installations in Art (mainly Susan Skolguld's work) and there was an interview at the end with a 18 year old "protege" who had but one award-winning piece. Riight. Everyone reached a concensus(?) that she was quite full of herself. As in the "I'm positive no one will be able to understand me because I'm a thought provoking individual with such godly talents that all should come down and eat scraps at my feet" variety.
Granted I can act like that at times (and don't think I can't see you people rolling your eyes and/or sighing) but I've never commited it into a literary publication. Erm... this doesn't count. Anyways...
Adam was righteously freaked when he saw said picture of a "Jeffery Dahmer-esque" scene. And Kara is still bugging me about her picture of Lestat which I was coerced into drawing for her. Honestly.
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