Winter Session.

It's like, 70 degrees in southern california in the beginning of January. I am not a fan. Just take 10 degrees off and I will be perfect. That way I can cocoon myself in huge sweaters always and forever.

It's surprising how clear my head's been these days. I just feel light, and worthwhile. In the back of my mind I'm remembering that I have to submit my College of Creative Studies portfolio by monday...ok fuck i'm not feeling that light anymore. Not going to be able to get my transcripts in time, anyways. Oh well, sorry UCSB, I guess we just weren't meant for each other.

I'm surprised, well, not that surprised, by how much I'm taking away from this Renaissance Art History class. Not surprised because I'm being taught by McCaffrey, and he always manages to speak so eloquently about these things. What could be the driest of subjects ends up being bizarre, twisted and enlightening. Dead Christ for example. Mantegna completely warps perspective in a way the average viewer would not first realize. And yet, the already gross image becomes peculiar as you notice how huge the head is in comparison to the body for this specific pose/point-of-view. Alright who gives a shit.



Interesting enough.

I'm realizing that as much as I tell myself I hate math, I am forever, unwittingly intertwined with it and my art. There is something so oddly, obsessively satisfying about lines and geometric forms. It's like it releases this pent up anxiety that I always have congealing right at the top of my spine. Telephone calls usually mean that any piece of paper in front of me is going to have tons of bars and doodles by the time I hang up. Weird sentence.

Melt Banana. I want a drink. Kombucha maybe? I hope this shit isn't messing me up.

Gonna start posting artwork.

Want to make more images like these in the upcoming semester. Monoprint figure study.


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