Spring 2015 - Day 75

Today I spent the entire day working on my art project. It was an A Day, which meant that I didn't have class until art at 3:50. 

 

When I say that I worked on my project all day I literally mean that I didn't leave my room except for meals and worked on it for so long that my eyes started to hurt. 

 

But it came out AWESOME. I am so proud of it, I think it looks really good. 

 

I sketched all little patterns that would go in the camera lenses and then used water color to paint them. It was in the middle of using watercolors that I tried to turn the sink on in order to wash a brush. The sink did nothing. It made sad sounds that sounded like air rushing through a tube. Which is exactly what was happening because there was no water and so I had nothing to use to rinse out my brushes. 

You really don't realize how often you use water until it is no longer available to you. 

 

I brought my finished project to drawing class even though it was for mixed media. I showed it to Grace pridefully and just stared at it for a while, not saying anything. 

 

I could tell that she didn't really like it. She said that she did but that she didn't like the contrast between the blackness of the cameras and the whiteness of the background they were on. We discussed different backgrounds that they could be on but none of the ideas seemed better. 

 

I was hurt. I had worked so hard on it, and was very proud of it, and she had mostly critiques for me. I feel like she never really likes the art that I do. Most likely she is just pushing me so that I can improve but sometimes I just want someone to tell me that what I am doing is good, because I think it is. 

 

When I got back to the room after class Stephanie was there. She told me that her professor had just announced to the class that he was leaving after Namibia for personal reasons. He said that they hadn't decided what would happen for the rest of the classes but that they would all receive credit. 

 

And so began the rumors.