We are on the downward slope of October, and it's going so fast! Maybe because there's so much to be done during the day that I have lists upon lists upon lists to help remember it all. Week started out having 7 papers due by Friday. Not just little papers either, but the ones with research and quotes and source lists and specific word counts. I am VERY GRATEFUL that my Italian Folktales professor and Women's Studies professor extended deadlines for a couple of assignments. So grateful. It allowed me to breathe a bit mid-week.
It's interesting how the one class I really was dreading, the class that was a "have to", is proving to be the most eye-opening and rewarding. Every week there is a thought-provoking subject, one that prompts me to Google more information. It's a class that is changing how I think and feel about myself. I think that's rare. I don't know if the other diversity-based classes make other students feel the same, but this class is reinforcing to me why I'm on this journey. I feel bad for the TA who has to read my journal (we turn in journals as part of the homework - the journal is how the class/readings/discussions are impacting you). This class has been very cathartic for me and I alluded to feeling like it's my therapy session to put closure on so many unresolved issues in my life in my latest journal (sorry Scottie for having to deal with my baggage!). I didn't always understand world events or people's soapboxes, where I could articulate thoughts and speak freely regarding them. Now though, I find myself forming my own viewpoint and joining in discussions. I never would have done that before.
I got to work a lot on my painting this week too. I am so pleased with how it's turning out. It was also really nice to hear my professor acknowledge to another student how hard I'm working on it and the hours I'm putting in on it during critique. I sometimes think that a lot of my fellow art students (especially the very young ones) think they won't have to work hard for their art. They can put in minimal effort and expect great rewards. It truly doesn't work like that though. Art is a muscle that needs to be finely honed. You have to regularly exercise it and push it to get the maximum output. I have to say too, my daily ink drawings seem to be helping with my perspective in painting. I submitted my four-square sketch with a proposal for the next assignment, and he loved it! Not just the idea (which he said was really well thought out), but the illustrations were lovely and well done. There are days I'm frustrated that I can't spend more time painting. My ratio this semester is very skewed (art:other classes), but I think overall it's having a positive impact on when I do get to paint, in that my focus is all business. Most of the time I have to force myself to stop because I'm having difficulty seeing or I've lost the light in the room. I can't wait until I get to the final step in this current painting too. The streaming light is going to be a showstopper. I'll be out at Lowes or Home Depot this weekend looking for birch panel for them to cut me four squares for the next assignment. I might as well prepare the wood while I'm finishing up the current one. I was going to do the next series on paper, but if I can somehow incorporate wood grain into the composition, even better. It will mean I'll have to use transparent gesso...I'll check with Alfred before I actually gesso though. He might have other ideas. Plus I'm hoping to paint the panels without cradling them. Ha! We'll see if he's okay with that too. I'm free-styling in my thoughts here people. He might just have to reel me back in to normal-land!!!!!! Dammit. I want my emojis. This is the perfect place for the lol emoji.
Okay, I must get started on my day here. Papers don't write themselves - MUCH to my dismay! Have a good week everyone. Do good things!