Tonight is my very first class at Anderson University. It’s going to be totally weird being the teacher, the advisor, the disciplinarian, the hard-assed grader. What the hell am I going to talk about for three hours?
Anyway, I know it will be fun, and I’m sure the nerves will rise and subside as I get more used to it. I’m pretty excited about some of the films I’ll be showing and some of the stuff we’ll be talking about… we’ve even got a class on Halloween (a golden opportunity)!! I’ve got such a new perspective on things, especially as I’m reading the textbook and finding out things I’d forgotten.
Just pray for me as I begin. I’m stepping out into a lot of unknowns these days.
I wish I had some pictures of the art show for you all, but alas, I’ve not received them yet. I forgot the digital camera I was going to take, so I’m waiting on two lovely ladies I know who took pictures to email them my way.
It was a good time. I sold nothing. It was incredibly intimidating, seeing everyone’s work and finding out all about their credentials and educations… but it was fun. Great food and drinks… you should try martinis with Starbucks liquer sometime. Wow.
I don’t know that I’d do it again, though. See, I began tooling around with art when I graduated from college and wanted to experiment a bit. I started with a lot of mixed media stuff, which is what I love to look at in professional galleries, but then moved on to real painting, still lives, etc.(yes, Caroline, I do use the easel, all the time!). But I always did it for me – as long as it represented something I felt, or was “good” in my own estimation, I kept it, framed it, put it on the wall. But when you open yourself up to an art show, or to letting others see your work in any form… it’s a different ball game. All of a sudden, you give them permission for their opinions to matter. Then you start being more critical of your work, and you look at it differently, trying to make it into something “they” will like. At least, that’s how it was for me. So when you see my paintings, note that the still life is one I did in an evening, on my own, for myself. The second, a painting of my apartment building, was begun for me, but ended up being done for the Starbucks show. And I really don’t like it very well.
I love admiring the amazing techniques of Kandinsky or Picasso or Rembrandt or Renoir… but I’m not them, nor will I ever be. Neither will any of the other artists who showed their work next to mine. But maybe they’re all made of something a little tougher, that enables them to survive critical acclaim or failure and keep trying. I think I’ll stay content with my creativity being completely self-serving. I’m a little more confident to “touch the masses” through my writing or cooking or rug-crocheting.
Pumpkin Spice Lattes made their yearly debut this morning, and I am very happy.
Someone I used to know said he liked getting Pumpkin Spice kisses, one chilly November night. It seems like a long time ago now.