That would be the bill for my new camera. Months of work.
a Canon EOS 20d.
It sexes me like nothing else (except of course the darkroom).
My AP Art class is...improving? Who knows. I feel a little less smothered (with scathing looks and comments) and a little more...free? It all kinda started when I created this terrible piece in acrylics and pine wood (I've been experimenting in new media and, well, I suck). It was SUPPOSED to be the culmination of what had become a very theraputic study in minimalism. My perspective was somewhat jarred by the experience of having to present a "work" (if you could call it that) that I really hated. The input I was given by the art department was, as expected, pretty negative but inspiringly constructive. I think it was an impetus to start.
Also, I've been thinking a lot about art, and its meaning in conjunction with my own meandering experience and have come to the conclusion that the two of us do not exactly coalesce. I am not and probably never will be an artist as I define it, and I'm a little paranoid but otherwise...alright. I am just looking forward to the journey.
We'll see.











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"Have you seen me? - A deeply existential question at the best of times."
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I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.
Mother Teresa
and welcome to devART! enjoy your stay
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The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
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