attempt to paint something that vaguely resembles art

...and this is not even on my To-Do list anymore.

that I am the master of MS Paint.

Let me explain: On the left is Nambla, a governmental employee from 1000 years in the future, who travels back to summer 2K6 in order to interview philosophy students on issues involving environmental ethics. To his right is Student No. 1, who is a Star Wars freak and plays basketball. Next is Student No. 2, who enjoys rugby, glam rock (notice the heels) and scaring the crap out of toddlers. Finally, there is Student No. 3, who eats too many carrots and feels that the human form can only be perfected when it is encased in a gum wrapper. He wears a purple mop on his head because it matches the interior of his hand glider.

My instructor totally digs this sort of stuff, and I am SO getting an A on my final project. Philosophy can be interesting, after all.

And on the subject of painting…it’s a start.

This morning I had a stellar attack of cold (art) feet and dropped my art class for theater (which is not necessarily going to do me any good, but at least I have some confidence in getting through theater). Even my mother thinks it was the right move, as, let’s face it, I am more than a little artistically challenged. I still have to concentrate on signing my own name, for Henrietta’s sake! (Who is Henrietta, and why is she invading my post? If we knew, maybe I would already be a famous painter, no?) The semester is going to be stressful enough; no need to make it even more difficult.

There is this annoying bit of my brain that keeps telling me, at the most inopportune moments, that I am a craven schizo and shoud be put out for failure to embrace the humanistic spirit. I am ignoring that part of my brain and focusing on the vast good that will come of my not taking art, namely that the world will not be subjected to the horror that would be the combination of me and acrylic paint, that I will not induce mass hysteria, and I will not be run over by an angry soccer mom who sees my picture in People and has decided to blame her allergic reaction to peanuts on my oft-discussed (and mostly despised) paintings of goats, cleverly disguised as soccer moms, driving minivans which spew little black puffs of smoke that suffocate the little goat babies (goatlings?) on the side of the road.

My advisor advised me (lol) to take Intro. to Art in the fall. I need an art-type class anyway (as he scoffed, “The university wants you to be ‘well-rounded,’ but I agree, it’s a waste of time”). Considering that a class like Music 101 would really be a complete wsate of time for me (after 9 yrs. of violin and voice, I could probably teach the class myself), and as dance is totally unappealing and I have no desire to break any more bones, I’m left with art. So… I guess I get to paint?

Ye gads, it will be pathetic if I fail/have to drop the class. :-P

I asked a friend of mine who is a really good painter if she thought I could learn, and she LAUGHED at me! And then after she stopped giggling and was able to take in enough oxygen to speak, she said that I could probably learn but it would be hard.

::le sigh:: I have zero credibility with any of my artist friends, and it sucks.

On the bright side, I was drawing caricatures of various people for a friend a few nights ago and they turned out really funny. Maybe I should write a comic book instead?

Ah, we’ll have to see about this one. I’ve never been much of an artist (let’s face it, people can’t identify my stick figures), so I’d definitely have to take classes or something.

I know that at some point I need to take an arts-type class for a graduation requirement, and my choices are limited to dance (yeah, right), music (101 would be sooo boring for me), and painting/sculpture. I guess what I’ll have to do is talk to some friends who’ve taken the painting class and then go speak to one of the professors. I’m not going to do it if it’s going to kill my GPA (that would be ironic – good grades in things like upper-level math classes and failing an intro class – ugh). We’ll see.