The final weeks of work before my class ends. I have learned a lot from this class, but the most important thing that I have learned is not to take a graduate level painting class again. I really was relegated to returning to being an undergraduate, lots of review, and after the midterm (which three weeks was spent on a tired still life) with NO extra work. Yawn.) I insisted on being given a bit more free rein, which he interpreted as stay home one day a week and paint. And I interpreted as I don’t have time to work with you individually. I paid for graduate level class work and was given undergrad work. I paid for the same attention as the other grad student and got less. And I think he thinks I am a hack too. (Because now I do) because of some things he has said. One that he didn’t want me using canvas from home because he didn’t want it on cheap flimsy frames. I have been using heavy duty stretcher strips for YEARS, and the only reason I switched to canvas board, is because it is easier to store. I have now moved on to Ampersand archival gesso board, which he claims will warp, and now I looking at bass board boxes. At least my work is gallery ready.
Or is it?
No my framer who is an artist in his own right is only right for a certain market. And my reclaimed frames also not gallery ready. And if only I would find my audience.
And do a collage, six.
I did collage for two whole years, and then fabric collage.
He tosses the work to one side. Stopping to look at only one or two.
I am Amelie melting into a splash of puddle.
I wake this morning and an idea comes to me. I sketch it out. Everyone is sold out of the 11″x14″ Basswood panels.
I will paint it on my stretched canvas, on heavy duty stretcher strips that I prepared a year and a half ago.
I know I have an attitude.