alita
I will try to fix you
Slit my wrists with a number two pencil
Ok, there was one class I was super excited about this semester. I have risen above the other peons and got my butt into drawing II. Drawing II from what I saw last semester was doing what you wanted with teacher input. I was stoked, I did an entire semester of doing what I was told, and I was excited to do something for myself.
Unfortunately, I couldn't take it at the normal campus, they weren't offering it in the fall, so instead I had to take it at the Douglas Campus. I wasn't too heart broken. It meant I would have to drive further twice a week, but that was it. I had heard of my instructor and wasn't too worried.
Until I walked into her class.
The first few minutes were fine, she seemed nice enough although she made no comment towards what I told her about myself and the like. But then she got into the syllabus, first thing she said "no drawing from pictures" of course, I'm fine with that. I didn't mind that at all, that is totally up to the instructor, and it's easier to draw images. So nothing so far, she goes over the rules (of course I'm sitting there sketching and not paying attention) when something she says pushes my little ears up. She is going to be talking about what we are doing this semester, so now I am going to finally be paying attention.
No drawing from the mind, only fucking still life, and no portraits! I WANTED TO SCREAM! I am SOOO tired of complete realism. I understand that realism is VERY necessary for a beginning artist, and so forth. But I can't even take something from life and make it extraordinary! Nooooo, only still life. She kept going on about improving "our eye" and showed me what I'd be doing. This isn't advancement or experimentation into our own lives, thoughts, and styles, this is Drawing I with a harder still life.
Excuse me as I remind myself how much money I wasted for this fucking course. And she doesn't even supply anything! She spent all her money on props so we have to buy EVERYTHING on our own. Those sketch books cost a lot lady, and I just managed to get food money from a friend's hospitality, I don't have enough money to buy all the little things you find fucking necessary when you should have provided it! Who needs really good props, I'd rather have you buying me fucking pencils bitch!
I am not in art to draw what I see, because you can take a fucking picture faster than you will ever draw it. I am in art to get my ideas on paper, and to show the world something new. And hearing you talk about realism being the only true art form is making me want to puke.
What in the hell huh? And if I hear you say "I will show you what art really is" one more time I might scream! YOU don't know what art IS! No one does! Because it's different for everyone. Why do you think it is that we all like different artists, because they are all art god damnit! So please, take your head out of your ass, and open your eyes. We're not hear to listen how good your method is, how it should be the only one. We're here to better our art for ourselves. That is the simple and straight forward truth, we want to be better at the art we like. So give us a little breathing room god damnit! None of us want to be you, not one of us, so can't we just be ourselves? I swear to god she is going to be one of those instructors that if you don't do it her way you fail.
She also scoffed about "cartoonists" to my face, had no idea what the manga styling was, and told me that if I wanted to spend the rest of my life drawing meaningless cartoons I shouldn't be in her class. Yeah, like those drawings of your dog are going to get you anywhere, you've never even left this dinky little state and probably haven't sold a single piece. So please, shove that sketch paper in your mouth, I don't need to hear it.
Unfortunately, I couldn't take it at the normal campus, they weren't offering it in the fall, so instead I had to take it at the Douglas Campus. I wasn't too heart broken. It meant I would have to drive further twice a week, but that was it. I had heard of my instructor and wasn't too worried.
Until I walked into her class.
The first few minutes were fine, she seemed nice enough although she made no comment towards what I told her about myself and the like. But then she got into the syllabus, first thing she said "no drawing from pictures" of course, I'm fine with that. I didn't mind that at all, that is totally up to the instructor, and it's easier to draw images. So nothing so far, she goes over the rules (of course I'm sitting there sketching and not paying attention) when something she says pushes my little ears up. She is going to be talking about what we are doing this semester, so now I am going to finally be paying attention.
No drawing from the mind, only fucking still life, and no portraits! I WANTED TO SCREAM! I am SOOO tired of complete realism. I understand that realism is VERY necessary for a beginning artist, and so forth. But I can't even take something from life and make it extraordinary! Nooooo, only still life. She kept going on about improving "our eye" and showed me what I'd be doing. This isn't advancement or experimentation into our own lives, thoughts, and styles, this is Drawing I with a harder still life.
Excuse me as I remind myself how much money I wasted for this fucking course. And she doesn't even supply anything! She spent all her money on props so we have to buy EVERYTHING on our own. Those sketch books cost a lot lady, and I just managed to get food money from a friend's hospitality, I don't have enough money to buy all the little things you find fucking necessary when you should have provided it! Who needs really good props, I'd rather have you buying me fucking pencils bitch!
I am not in art to draw what I see, because you can take a fucking picture faster than you will ever draw it. I am in art to get my ideas on paper, and to show the world something new. And hearing you talk about realism being the only true art form is making me want to puke.
What in the hell huh? And if I hear you say "I will show you what art really is" one more time I might scream! YOU don't know what art IS! No one does! Because it's different for everyone. Why do you think it is that we all like different artists, because they are all art god damnit! So please, take your head out of your ass, and open your eyes. We're not hear to listen how good your method is, how it should be the only one. We're here to better our art for ourselves. That is the simple and straight forward truth, we want to be better at the art we like. So give us a little breathing room god damnit! None of us want to be you, not one of us, so can't we just be ourselves? I swear to god she is going to be one of those instructors that if you don't do it her way you fail.
She also scoffed about "cartoonists" to my face, had no idea what the manga styling was, and told me that if I wanted to spend the rest of my life drawing meaningless cartoons I shouldn't be in her class. Yeah, like those drawings of your dog are going to get you anywhere, you've never even left this dinky little state and probably haven't sold a single piece. So please, shove that sketch paper in your mouth, I don't need to hear it.
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Don't you love her madly
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