Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
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There’s this woman in my ceramics class who annoys me to no end. She’s a retired principal, and she’s very quick to let you know she’s already had a REAL job, but is going to be a clay artist now that she’s retired. This is her first formal ceramics class, but she’s already making plans to buy a kiln and build a studio in her back yard. Of course, since she’s already had a REAL job, she can afford these things.
There seems to be three catagories of artistically minded people in art classes. There are those that get it; those who admit they don’t always get it, but they’re improving (ME!); and those who don’t get it at all, but are too proud to admit it. Retired Principal falls into the latter group.
I joked wtih a friend in class the other day that I didn’t know the difference between crap and art. My friend gave me the old, “art is subjective” spiel, and we both laughed about it. Art may be subjective in the grey areas, but the black and white of crap and art still exists. And as art students, we’re expected to learn the difference between the two extremes. (It’s not as easy as it sounds!) Retired Principal told us that she didn’t care about what other people thought. She likes what she likes.
Twenty minutes later, the wood fire kiln was unloaded. Overall, we didn’t achieve the results we wanted. Many of the pieces were a disappointing shade of brown. One student mentioned that we may be able to glaze and refire some of the pieces. Retired Principal found her pieces, took them to my professor, and asked if she could fix them with glaze and refiring. My professor (and several other students who apparently get it) told her that they wouldn’t change the pieces, since they were among the few that were the intended color. Retired Principal’s response? “Oh, okay. Well, if you like them, I guess I won’t change them.”
Kerrie: I think you’ve “got it” soI vote for you! It would be fun tobe your classmate–as this sounds like a fun and funny class! You probably know more than the instructor!
There’s no way I know more than my professor, but thanks for the “vote” of confidence! It is a fun (and funny!) class, but then, I view my life as a comedy, so just about everything is fun or funny to me. ![]()
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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