Hey again everyone. Well, for those of you who have been overly frustrated at the fact that I'm not very good at updating-- I sincerely apologize. Last semester saw an interesting twist in my ever growing appeal for visual art. To reflect back to the process- 3rd year undergrads who major in the Fine Arts at my school, especially in the first semester were required to pick a discipline of their choice (I opted for digital imagery-like animation or design but was forced into painting nonetheless). Of course, I do know how paint works and it's many 'properties' as they so frequently regard, but ended up experiencing I would explain is a mixture of both appreciation and regret. Firstly, they say.. paint whatever you desire. Go ahead, this is your opportunity to be 'free' and experiment.. little did I know that I was heading strait into an eagle's nest. NO, I wasn't the eagle either. They refer to them as 'CRITS'-
basically everyone gets together and speaks about their own work, then the works are judged by everyone present. What works and what doesn't in a piece is often brought to the fore. Well, my crits didn't go very well.. told to follow a specific trajectory, I did.. and then come the next crit, they said I should do the complete opporsite. And so on and so forth. I suppose the worse of it all was when I created a piece I was moderately happy with, but they said I should cut it up.. so I did. Sigh.. but on the bright side, I know now that art doesn't really mean the ability to create pretty imagery. Well, to an extent, it is.. but in this instance.. it becomes something that yes.. we get to express ourselves in but more still stands in as a perfect expression of complexity. The most important lesson I learnt from that is that to be happy with work you create.. if you're not, how can your audiences be? Even if it's something utterly revolting. Peace!!
Hey again everyone. Well, for those of you who have been overly frustrated at the fact that I'm not very good at updating-- I sincerely apologize. Last semester saw an interesting twist in my ever growing appeal for visual art. To reflect back to the process- 3rd year undergrads who major in the Fine Arts at my school, especially in the first semester were required to pick a discipline of their choice (I opted for digital imagery-like animation or design but was forced into painting nonetheless). Of course, I do know how paint works and it's many 'properties' as they so frequently regard, but ended up experiencing I would explain is a mixture of both appreciation and regret. Firstly, they say.. paint whatever you desire. Go ahead, this is your opportunity to be 'free' and experiment.. little did I know that I was heading strait into an eagle's nest. NO, I wasn't the eagle either. They refer to them as 'CRITS'- 
basically everyone gets together and speaks about their own work, then the works are judged by everyone present. What works and what doesn't in a piece is often brought to the fore. Well, my crits didn't go very well.. told to follow a specific trajectory, I did.. and then come the next crit, they said I should do the complete opporsite. And so on and so forth. I suppose the worse of it all was when I created a piece I was moderately happy with, but they said I should cut it up.. so I did. Sigh.. but on the bright side, I know now that art doesn't really mean the ability to create pretty imagery. Well, to an extent, it is.. but in this instance.. it becomes something that yes.. we get to express ourselves in but more still stands in as a perfect expression of complexity. The most important lesson I learnt from that is that to be happy with work you create.. if you're not, how can your audiences be? Even if it's something utterly revolting. Peace!!
2 comments:
very nice! hahahahaha
Baw ah, kasagad sa imo maghimo blog. Nalingaw gd ko basa.
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