Almost every year I participate in an annual print portfolio exchange with the fall printmaking class at OCAC. Almost every year my print has a car on it.
Go figure, yeah?
12.16.2011
12.13.2011
I've missed this place.
It's been an unusual few months. I was offered a teaching job that was too good to refuse. And there I've been, immersed, swimming in teaching. Teaching at this level is absolutely new to me. Absolutely new. I haven't been to grad school. I've never had the opportunity to teach as a fellow. I'm years enough out of undergrad that I didn't remember how to critique. I am skillful, and hopefully I've imparted some of that, but mostly I've been floating a-sea. Swimming, swimming, swimming. Treading water.
At the end of this week I'll be seeing my students' final projects. I'm so excited. I have AMAZING students. I'll be sad that next semester they will no longer be such a huge part of my life. They have been an enormous inspiration to me. But I am also ready to recover my own emotions, my own brain, and my own work. I think I'll become a better artist from this experience. I hope some of my students feel the same way.
8.01.2011
Ephemeral
Last week I got to spend three days at the coast, where I saw the most beautiful sand castle. By no means pristine, architecturally true, or precise, it was none-the-less a work of art. It looked like it had risen from the sea, constructed by sea people; a beacon calling to kindred spirits. This was not a castle born from a mold, but one shaped by hands and hearts.
We walked down the beach, tried to fly a kite in the unusually still air, tossed a frisbee. We tracked back along the beach, following our original path, looking for the castle as our beacon. We arrived at a lump of semi-molded sand, a crab leg and a small circle of stones; the ocean had already come to claim its own.
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