Graduated Cylinder

So, it appears that I have completed the mission
I set out upon three years ago when I started this
blog. I am now a Master of Fine Art.

I suppose now I get started on Volume Two of this life.
Yes?
Yes.

Ceremony 1:
Graduate and Doctorate Hooding Ceremony, Dixon Hall at Tulane



The "holding area"




Ma mere et moi


Intermission:

Theatre Graduate brunch at Court of Two Sisters in the Vieux Carré







Fête:

Wave Goodbye Party on Tulane's Academic Quad, Uptown Campus






Ceremony 2:

The Unified Tulane Comencement at the Louisiana Superdome

It began with a bit of Jazz and a Scottish march.
Speeches were given commending us on choosing to attend
a school not yet entirely recovered from one of the largest
disasters in US history. Anderson Cooper spoke and was
quite funny, instructing graduates to hookup as this was
the last time we'd see each other. The US Surgeon General
was honored and a Jazz singer sang "Do you know what it means",
inciting tears.

Prometheus Bound

Prometheus, opening


Prometheus, bound


Hermes


Force & Violence


Hephestus



Oceanic Chorus


Set Design









Colour Plates

Tartuffe Opens

Perhaps I can sleep now.
Who am I kidding.

Icky Thump

I finished my third semester of torture at Tulane yesterday. This involved me staying awake for 38 hours while I made up for some serious procrastinating, which may have involved me coming home on two separate occasions long past the next morning.
The fall gallery was tolerable if not quite beautiful this time around. I was given fantastic feed back, and ignored completely by the devil incarnate costuming "professor and his protogee. Which is fine with me. Melissa and I skipped out after reviews and had fantastic japanese next to the sno-cone shop that might just be a front for a crack den. Then I went home and slept before waking up at ten to hang out with Mel again at One Eyed Jack's where she was the object of a very persistent young man.

Am very much looking forward to holiday travel this time around. I can't remember the last time I flew with my mum.

The cat came back the very next day...

I have this relationship with my wallet were I lose it and it comes back to me only when I've canceled all of my cards.
The last time this happened I was evacuating for hurricane Gustav. This time it comes on the eve of my trip to Atlanta.
I thought perhaps I left it at a hardware store while I was out running errands. It was neither in the truck nor the scene
shop. This was Tuesday, the night of the opening of the play, and I was running around like mad from 9am until at around seven, when I noticed the wallet gone. Today however, there it was in my supplies drawer on the second floor.

Which I never once visited that day.

This is how sketchy my program is.

I found this little gem of wisdom at Le Bible
"In 1996, a PETA member served Anna a dead racoon on a plate while she was dining at The Four Seasons restaurant. Wintour covered her plate with a napkin, and ordered coffee. The most violent act was when they smacked her in the face with a tofu pie at Paris Fashion Week. Anna Wintour does not respond to the acts. She realizes that it comes with the territory.

I think this is the way that one should treat criticism. Accept it, but don't react to negative attacks. We at Le Bible will follow the Wintour edict, and think that you can't go wrong with following Anna Wintour. I can't wait to be served my first dead animal by PETA."

How many coffee's does a boy have to order before he starts to serve some raccoon of his own?

I've been drawing again.

So I'm in rendering class again. A bit slow, but quite good, as my life drawing skills are being woken up again.
These I did this weekend. The assignment was to draw from magazine images. The fellow below is a little out of proportion...but I think I did fairly well.



This one I did thirty minutes before class as i thought they were due tomorrow. I am still recovering from the loss of days from Gustav.


These are from the life drawing segment, which was conducted in ball-point pens today.