I only had three finals this week: A conceptual self portrait, a Kinetic Sculpture, and Math.
First of all Adam assigned the self portrait a week before the due date. For a huge project like this it would normally take three.
On top of that I had to make a MOVING sculpture, all due on the same day. Gah!
Needless to say I beat my old record of being in the art building for 13 hours....
16 freaking hours working.
Sadly, my self portrait was a failure....
So yeah. This is the finished product. The Basic idea behind it was to put a bunch of words under the wash and then sand back into it to retrieve them.
I Don't know if you can see them very well, kinda a poor picture......
And I'm not just being modest when I say it was a failure, and I don't want to hear any one try and convince me otherwise. It was poorly executed, with awful colors, and the proportions are awful. I had very little time to work on it. My first instinct was to scrap it and do something that I thought would work better, but when ever I asked any one what they thought they all said they liked it. I've never been legitly lied to so many times and that's the real thing that pisses me off. I know it's nice and all to say that you like it, but saying that my mediocre work is good isn't helping me at all. I wish some one would have told me the truth and agreed with me on starting another. :P Honestly that's how I am when I talk to people about their art work. It doesn't help any one if I shugar coat things, in fact, it's a hinderence and I expect the same amount of honesty when I ask others for their opinion. I am an aspiring artist and I won't get any where on peoples half-hearted lies. My work is Good!
So, now that I'm done venting about people's honesty I've got a funny story....
These are the picture of my kinetic sculpture not two seconds before it came crashing down.
It was about 10, but for some reason or another I felt like it was 1. Longest night ever. Nothing was working out really, and the glue wasn't really holding, but I managed to get a snap shot of what it sort of would have looked like if things had worked out.
After I took these photos I tried to fix something on the cam-shaft when the glue gave and it snapped.
I was already having issues with the dowls coming off repeatedly, so that was pretty much the beginning of the downward spiral.
After taking a walk to cool off I tried to start again.
I swear every time I tried to touch it something else broke. The handle broke under pressure, and none of the dowels were staying in place. I tried to drill holes, but used the wrong bit and ended up drilling too far which completely messed up the measurement of my dowels. By this time it was pretty close to 12.
I would have gone absolutely insane if it weren't for Jake, who happened to be in the art building for what ever reason.
Needless to say, I gave up on the entire idea. There were too many variables that I couldn't overcome, so even if I did get everything glued back together, it wasn't going to move... heck, it wasn't even going to hardly stay up.
College is awesome. Before I had never actually pulled a real all-nighter. This was my 6th. Haha.
I also never would have willingly drank caffeine....
Absolutely hate pop. Most disgusting thing ever... the after taste wasn't too bad, though. :)
The next morning I got up for our drawing critique. I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep so I was a mostly out of it. The way the critiques work is every one chooses the absolute best picture first and then work their way down to the absolutely worst. Every single time my picture has been chosen first, save this time.... I was about third or fourth to the last. >(
That was super discouraging, so after the failed horrible awful critique I wondered back into the sculpture studio to survey my pile of rubble and think about all the math homework I still had to do.
Luckily Zane was there to listen to my problems and get me back on my feet.
Any Who! This is the finished product.
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