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Well...I know I complained about art school a few months ago. It settled down, I managed and I started to enjoy it. I had to do two textiles projects, I had three days of class time for each and I got them done quite well I think.
I went to my textiles assessment and I was very upset by the end of it. I pinned my work up and all the textiles teachers looked at it. They had a few positive things to say about my ideas, but overall I got quite a negative impression. One teacher, who had NEVER taught me before, said brutally that she didn't think I had the commitment to do textiles, and wondered if I were doing a double degree (as surely I'd done so LITTLE work..er.. :S that only other uni commitments could possibly explain it..)
Now...I admit that I am not great at visual diaries, I do my best but in the end I think that the work is more important than a ridiculous manifesto about it. The teachers complained that I didn't do enough drawing (what drawing..I bet they'd complain about irrelevant drawing if that was what I'd filled my diary with!), enough experimentation (so what, 50 crappy half finished "experiments" is more worthwhile than doing two good, finished projects?), enough research, or enough writing. I'm doing my best, and I actually don't think it would be any more possible for me to do more work without sacrificing the rest of my life. One girl I know stays up until THREE every morning just to do all the freaking work they expect! I already did so much work I got RSI and the skin on my hands started to crack...
The head of textiles said that I needed to go to more exhibitions and lectures (oh really, when..I do 35 hours of uni a week and I sure as hell don't want to donate my precious weekends to exhibition hopping!) and also if I didn't do enough experimentation my work would be worthless as there was no foundation for it to rest on.
Aaarghhhh! I actually don't know if I can stand two and a half years more work if they're going to be that demanding. I probably am overreacting, as apparently they were just as mean to everyone else...but I do very much feel like taking up the offer of the printmaking and drawing teacher, of changing courses. I love textiles but I'm a jack of all trades and can surely try my hand at something else...especially if the teachers are going to expect me to be some sort of textiles slave. I'm sorry, but I refuse to donate the rest of my life to the noble cause of natural fibres, or whatever.
I think in a way textiles as an art form cultivates a bit of an inferiority complex in the artists, because textiles has always been considered a mere CRAFT instead of a proper art form so they expect us to be complete wankers about the stuff we make, just so we can get noticed.
If anyone else at ANU had such a crap experience at review, please tell me..are the teachers of the other workshops as mean?
Oh and I promised a musical interlude for you. Well..naturally I'm a massive camwhore as you may well know, although I do my best to make the videos and photos I make at least partially worthwhile. This is "The Great Male Vocalist Imitation Roundup' in which I go through my music collection and imitate several male vocalists. Enjoy.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQwjGD…
I went to my textiles assessment and I was very upset by the end of it. I pinned my work up and all the textiles teachers looked at it. They had a few positive things to say about my ideas, but overall I got quite a negative impression. One teacher, who had NEVER taught me before, said brutally that she didn't think I had the commitment to do textiles, and wondered if I were doing a double degree (as surely I'd done so LITTLE work..er.. :S that only other uni commitments could possibly explain it..)
Now...I admit that I am not great at visual diaries, I do my best but in the end I think that the work is more important than a ridiculous manifesto about it. The teachers complained that I didn't do enough drawing (what drawing..I bet they'd complain about irrelevant drawing if that was what I'd filled my diary with!), enough experimentation (so what, 50 crappy half finished "experiments" is more worthwhile than doing two good, finished projects?), enough research, or enough writing. I'm doing my best, and I actually don't think it would be any more possible for me to do more work without sacrificing the rest of my life. One girl I know stays up until THREE every morning just to do all the freaking work they expect! I already did so much work I got RSI and the skin on my hands started to crack...
The head of textiles said that I needed to go to more exhibitions and lectures (oh really, when..I do 35 hours of uni a week and I sure as hell don't want to donate my precious weekends to exhibition hopping!) and also if I didn't do enough experimentation my work would be worthless as there was no foundation for it to rest on.
Aaarghhhh! I actually don't know if I can stand two and a half years more work if they're going to be that demanding. I probably am overreacting, as apparently they were just as mean to everyone else...but I do very much feel like taking up the offer of the printmaking and drawing teacher, of changing courses. I love textiles but I'm a jack of all trades and can surely try my hand at something else...especially if the teachers are going to expect me to be some sort of textiles slave. I'm sorry, but I refuse to donate the rest of my life to the noble cause of natural fibres, or whatever.
I think in a way textiles as an art form cultivates a bit of an inferiority complex in the artists, because textiles has always been considered a mere CRAFT instead of a proper art form so they expect us to be complete wankers about the stuff we make, just so we can get noticed.
If anyone else at ANU had such a crap experience at review, please tell me..are the teachers of the other workshops as mean?
Oh and I promised a musical interlude for you. Well..naturally I'm a massive camwhore as you may well know, although I do my best to make the videos and photos I make at least partially worthwhile. This is "The Great Male Vocalist Imitation Roundup' in which I go through my music collection and imitate several male vocalists. Enjoy.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQwjGD…
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Altered books..
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Yump..do you remember THIS book?
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well..I'm going to try get it altered, AGAIN.
soo...
the details are on my site. www.louisagiffard.com/blogitem… If you're interested in a collaborative book altering project please contact me.
ludicrouslouisa.deviantart.com…
well..I'm going to try get it altered, AGAIN.
soo...
the details are on my site. www.louisagiffard.com/blogitem… If you're interested in a collaborative book altering project please contact me.
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I'm hiatising
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Well..call it my state of mind, or annoyance at wading through 5 zillion fave messages, but for some reason I'm a litte tired of DA. Maybe it's the overexposure of art at university (my life has turned into one giant art BLOB, hence art isn't really something I do to unwind..what am I supposed to do, do art as a way to unwind from a day doing art?)
As well as the large amount of..well..crud on here, and the fact that I'm probably not going to find my "fame" here...so I've decided that although I will update on DA sometimes, and put some art up, but my big blockbuster portfolio pieces/illustrations will now be posted to my website.
Yes, I have a website, and I should probably use it more often.
If you're interested in keeping up with my arts still, I might post linkage journals periodically, but here's the page where I'll put my stuff - my latest artwork page.
www.louisagiffard.com/blog.pl?…
Don't listen to Deviantart, there aren't any nasties there I promise.
Much love to all of you,
It's not you, it's me
Ludicrous Louisa/Peter God/Louisa Giffard
As well as the large amount of..well..crud on here, and the fact that I'm probably not going to find my "fame" here...so I've decided that although I will update on DA sometimes, and put some art up, but my big blockbuster portfolio pieces/illustrations will now be posted to my website.
Yes, I have a website, and I should probably use it more often.
If you're interested in keeping up with my arts still, I might post linkage journals periodically, but here's the page where I'll put my stuff - my latest artwork page.
www.louisagiffard.com/blog.pl?…
Don't listen to Deviantart, there aren't any nasties there I promise.
Much love to all of you,
It's not you, it's me
Ludicrous Louisa/Peter God/Louisa Giffard
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Information for today
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Dachs is the German word for badger.
In Germany, a is always pronounced like the a in bath (Ah..rather than ay)..unless it has an umlaut (the two dots) in which case it is always pronounced more like an e.
Hund is the German word for dog. U in germany is always pronounced like the oo in book, unless it has an umlaut in which case it is pronounced like the oo in moon.
Thus the word is pronounced Dachs Hund.
Like Ducks Hund.
not dash-und or anything like that
Yes, I'm a pedant.
No, I don't have a dachshund either.
In Germany, a is always pronounced like the a in bath (Ah..rather than ay)..unless it has an umlaut (the two dots) in which case it is always pronounced more like an e.
Hund is the German word for dog. U in germany is always pronounced like the oo in book, unless it has an umlaut in which case it is pronounced like the oo in moon.
Thus the word is pronounced Dachs Hund.
Like Ducks Hund.
not dash-und or anything like that
Yes, I'm a pedant.
No, I don't have a dachshund either.
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art school :/
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Oh my word. Ok..so I'm going to the ANU school of art, doing textiles as my major. Apart from the fact that I seem to be one of the youngest people there 
..well..it's seriously exhausting. The whole week has been full on. I've ridden a bike through a rainstorm, I've fallen off my bike while trying to carry life drawings, I've been sunburned trapseing around looking at sculptures (I don't even LIKE sculptures!)
I've picked up two zippers, I've gone through rather more money than I would have liked to. I've learned how to make string, and how to dye things with leaves and bark. I've learned that cotton reels warp hilariously when you put them in a boiling dyepot for a few hours. I've done life drawing..I've met people..some of which are really overly familiar, and some of which are stand-offish. I've also been advised to go to zillions of exhibitions..and truth be told I don't want to..I'd much rather have my weekends, completely free, with opportunities for rest and recreation, than have my whole life SWALLOWED by art school anymore than it already has been. I don't CARE if I get lower marks, I'd rather have lower marks than less of a life
In some ways I'm not super happy with it, it's been boring, tiring, depressing, exhausting etc etc...but it's also interesting and fun and social. I've wondered whether I was doing the right thing but I also realise that if I weren't there, I would be..what..? Sitting at home? Probably not doing much more interesting.
- If anyone thinks uni is easy, or that art school is also easy, they're lying. I have to be there 5 days a week, at least 9 to 3 each day. Thursday was 9 to 5. Trust me, this takes a toll. Yes, I do get a lunch break of one hour.
- I need closed shoes so I'll have to clump around in blundstones all year or something. I'll be the hilarious blundstone dyke.
- Speaking of being the blundstone dyke, I have to come out to the people I"m meeting at some point. How nasty. I'll probably just turn up wearing a shirt saying "ask me about being gay!" though knowing some people..they'll think it's a joke.
- There are no super hot girls there...just a few pretty ones. The best looking person is a guy, he's very attractive, but he's a GUY. For ladies, I will probably have to go look in other faculties. Or just give up while I'm ahead.
- Coming off your bike HURTS. I got my leg stabbed by the bike chain but that doesn't hurt as much as the bruise on my knee and the graze on my hip
- I will probably not be super active on DA as much..I don't think I'll respond to comments and faves nearly as much..I just seem to lack the energy.
- I'll have no money all year, and I doubt I'll have the energy to work either.
Fun, fun fun! Well..that's about it. Maybe I should have done something else with my life? Not that I know what..either. I seem to think that my life will be over in a few years..that seems to be my mindset. Probably not too healthy. I'll be 20 when I'm finished uni. And then what? Arts seems like such a stupid, dead end career. Even music seems more promising and less shite. I also hate the art world, I really do, I can't describe why I hate the combo of dead gallery space, pretentiousness and the idea behind the art being more important than the art itself. There's something about the whole thing that bores, needles and depresses me. I don't want to be a part of it. So why am I even doing this? I should just learn to play guitar and join a crap band. Even that sounds better.
..well..it's seriously exhausting. The whole week has been full on. I've ridden a bike through a rainstorm, I've fallen off my bike while trying to carry life drawings, I've been sunburned trapseing around looking at sculptures (I don't even LIKE sculptures!)I've picked up two zippers, I've gone through rather more money than I would have liked to. I've learned how to make string, and how to dye things with leaves and bark. I've learned that cotton reels warp hilariously when you put them in a boiling dyepot for a few hours. I've done life drawing..I've met people..some of which are really overly familiar, and some of which are stand-offish. I've also been advised to go to zillions of exhibitions..and truth be told I don't want to..I'd much rather have my weekends, completely free, with opportunities for rest and recreation, than have my whole life SWALLOWED by art school anymore than it already has been. I don't CARE if I get lower marks, I'd rather have lower marks than less of a life
In some ways I'm not super happy with it, it's been boring, tiring, depressing, exhausting etc etc...but it's also interesting and fun and social. I've wondered whether I was doing the right thing but I also realise that if I weren't there, I would be..what..? Sitting at home? Probably not doing much more interesting.
- If anyone thinks uni is easy, or that art school is also easy, they're lying. I have to be there 5 days a week, at least 9 to 3 each day. Thursday was 9 to 5. Trust me, this takes a toll. Yes, I do get a lunch break of one hour.
- I need closed shoes so I'll have to clump around in blundstones all year or something. I'll be the hilarious blundstone dyke.
- Speaking of being the blundstone dyke, I have to come out to the people I"m meeting at some point. How nasty. I'll probably just turn up wearing a shirt saying "ask me about being gay!" though knowing some people..they'll think it's a joke.
- There are no super hot girls there...just a few pretty ones. The best looking person is a guy, he's very attractive, but he's a GUY. For ladies, I will probably have to go look in other faculties. Or just give up while I'm ahead.
- Coming off your bike HURTS. I got my leg stabbed by the bike chain but that doesn't hurt as much as the bruise on my knee and the graze on my hip
- I will probably not be super active on DA as much..I don't think I'll respond to comments and faves nearly as much..I just seem to lack the energy.
- I'll have no money all year, and I doubt I'll have the energy to work either.
Fun, fun fun! Well..that's about it. Maybe I should have done something else with my life? Not that I know what..either. I seem to think that my life will be over in a few years..that seems to be my mindset. Probably not too healthy. I'll be 20 when I'm finished uni. And then what? Arts seems like such a stupid, dead end career. Even music seems more promising and less shite. I also hate the art world, I really do, I can't describe why I hate the combo of dead gallery space, pretentiousness and the idea behind the art being more important than the art itself. There's something about the whole thing that bores, needles and depresses me. I don't want to be a part of it. So why am I even doing this? I should just learn to play guitar and join a crap band. Even that sounds better.
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