15 November 2007

Impoverished Vicious Solution



mmmmmm......muy mucho mas bueno.


Things are going to go alot faster soon.
The large and apparently maddening event called Gallery is comming up at which us grads will be weeded and handed our asses on sterling services. Am I worried, not really. I have things to do but with some time management and creativity with glue it will get done. Two half inch scale models of theatres and accompanying sets? No problem. Have I ever built a model? No. When is the model building seminar? Next semester. I could not make it up if I tried.


Looky Ma I done Gud.

I will say that I absolutly love my directing class, I am intrigued by everything I learn in the spare hour and fifteen minutes I am given. Perhaps it is the passion of the instructor for what he does or the intellectual stimulation brought on by the semiotic analysation of Chekhov. Seriously it may be learning how to distinguish a physical gest from an emmotive gest. It makes me want to work in theatre, to work in strong physical non-stock theatre. Theatre for theatres sake instead of for the sake of a good box office.
Fundamentals of Design feels like art class did when I was 10, a nice repreive from the grinding day to day of muddled jumble and hodgepodge. Drafting and theatre history.....I've grown to be ok with.

Mirrored Pianos rock, especially on third floor dance studios with giant windows.

09 November 2007

Persimmon Handicap Syntax


The View from my window at work.


So, here I am weeks later. Sick in bed with the first cold of the semester, which has given me the oppertunity to sleep.
Gradschool has been exhausting. 16 hour days full of classes, design work, practicum work and workshop. I've been a little busy.
Events...
I am still debating the whole drawing/painting MFA versus the Theatre MFA thing. I am applying to both University of california At Berkley and University of Southern California for drawing. And we'll see who offers the biggest package, if any. Else wise I will stay here, I think. I have grown to like this city. Now that the "air" has stopped harassing me and I've mapped out a soild repertoire of bars, restaurants and ....bars.

Life....
At school 16 hours a day. I come home to sleep. I have food in my feezer that I cannot eat because I am unconcious when I am home. I have no life. But I have a few new friendish type people.

The blue linen suit I made nearly entirely by hand. Hot Cooter!!!

School...

Drafting. Pattern-making for the stage. The acctual stage.

Hmmm. Upon starting at Tulane, day one, the organization was horrific. My shop had no pins, clothes hangers and barely functioning machines. That paired with the onslaught of ego and misunderstanding that has unfolded to this point is straining my want to do this work. I love the classes. I have briliant professors and lovely classmates, but the overall environmet is a littoe crappy. Constant complaining and talk of revolution abound, and I am just trying to keep my head down and earn three letters behind my name. God help me.

Art...
I have not drawn one thing worth a sixteenth of a cent while I've been here and I die a little each time I remember this.

08 November 2007

when it rains it floods

This is not a blurry photograph, this is the rain running down the window.



more to come soon.