I'm back...

a. ...in black
b. ...to blogging
c. ...and I'm 21
d. ...with Matt Damon

OK. So I thought I would wait to blog again until I had new goals to post about. Baking, cooking, sewing, horseback riding, I don't know what I expected. 

But I don't really have any new goals. Or, I do, but I guess they don't fall under one coherent heading. So I guess instead of listing goals, I will explain my current situation.

I am graduating without any knowledge of what I will be doing next year. This makes me feel scared, excited, anxious, lost, and calm. Zoloft may be right for me.

I do have some ideas about things I would like to do while I take time off from my academic career - I have an inkling it isn't really over - when I'm home after graduation. Other than, of course, travel, which I want to do a lot of but cannot as of yet afford.
1. Take classes at Jo-Ann fabrics. I have been wanting to be able to make my own clothes forEVER, or at least to be able to embellish them a bit. Also I think they do jewelry-making classes, which is something I did for fun for a bit when I was in high school. It was a phase somewhere between collage-ing and making those friendship bracelets out of embroidery thread.
2. Take dance classes/yoga. I lump these two goals together because I should really do both. Among other physical activities. Like weight lifting, swimming, and running. Sadly, I do none of these things regularly enough. (Ok, I admit I'm not that sad about not running regularly. But at least I know I should. My freakishly high metabolism will not last forever.)
3. Paint and write. These go together too. They are, respectively, my minor and major here at college, and I hope I will continue doing them when I go home on a regular enough basis to maybe start trying to sell myself as an artist and/or author.
4. Get a part time job. I am oddly not worried about this. Maybe because I will be living with my parents, but also maybe because I am not setting my sights that high and I have a pretty good resume for coffee-house-type work.
5. Get my driver's license. Let's not talk about it. I know I need it, you know I need it. I hate driving, but it's a necessity. Especially if I really want to achieve goal #4. And have friends. And basically, live. I think my parents might pay for me to take a class. There are pros and cons to this. If there are 16-year-olds in my class, that could be a slightly embarrassing con. The pros, however, are a long list that include not having to drive with my parents, not having to drive with my parents, and not having to drive with my parents. I love my parents, I just don't like driving with them. Something about being in a small, contained space where I have control over whether we live or die doesn't seem to sit well with them. They use my full name a lot. And laugh at me. While I turn the color of a Katy in the sun. (Red.)

Anyway. I guess these are silly things to post about NOW, while I am still at school and cannot achieve these goals, but now they are at least recorded for posterity. Or clarity. Or parity. Or scarcity.

Ahem.


I guess I could talk about my artwork here. I am taking advanced painting and sculpture II. I had a hard time getting into sculpture stuff, but I think I have found my niche. It involves playing with wax. Basically I make something out of wax that will have sand poured on it. Sand hardens --> stone. Stone is mold. Somebody will pour liquid metal into this mold. Wax will melt out (I almost typed Max will welt out) and then metal will solidify. Mold is broken. Voila, art. This is called the lost wax process. I think that is a silly name. I did not lose the wax, I purposefully sent it away.

It seems funny to me that you spend so much time in this process working with the wax, but then you are left with this cold metal thing that wasn't what you were working with at all, but is what you were envisioning the whole time, and meanwhile your warm, friendly wax (or Max) is "lost" and forgotten.

But I digress.
(I love that phrase. It makes me feel like Dumbledore.)

As far as painting goes, it's pretty self-explanatory. Brushes, paint, canvas, water, palette knife, and palette. Hopefully if all the above tools are applied in the correct ways and used at the right times, beauty will ensue. If not, you can say it's abstract. Or conceptual. (Conceptual art, to me, is like an inside joke. When I'm on the inside, it can be funny or not funny. When I'm on the outside, screw you. I don't know where I'm going with that anymore. But inside jokes were the worst thing ever in middle school, right? I think they were invented for the twelve-year-old female.)

I am currently working on a relief and another thing for sculpture which is like circular and leafy and I am using a knife to carve it out of the wax, which is not like candle wax by the way. I will take pictures if/when they are finished, if/when I am still blogging. For painting, I just started this one that is like a fantasy landscape. Theres a tree in the foreground with lanterns hanging from the branches and one big lantern-shaped house-ish thing hanging from a bigger branch. There may be fairies involved. I don't know yet. There are fairies in some of my previous stuff. I like them a lot.

Okay, bloggy world, that is all I can think of that is appropriate to post. Not that I'm thinking about anything inappropriate that I can't post. Ha.

Bye!