Regardless, it will have to do.
Forgive me.
In no particular order:
This is Not a Painting, painting, acrylic on taskboard |
love/lust, book, paper and cloth |
Slow Sunrise, Traintracks, digital photograph |
Hollywood Cemetery I, digital photograph |
Visiting Potential Majors: Photography and Film
Where's the Rest!?
Absent. A large part of this semester's oevre I felt then and now doesn't really warrant documentation. I spent a lot of time (too much?) making shit. For various reasons, chief among them the fact that I really didn't think I was an artist until not very long ago. In spite of my epiphany, I still managed to make shit for my final, which I'm not happy about. That was the intersection of more problems than I care to discuss, however.
Actually, everything was the intersection of problems. Is?
Regardless, it's been real. It's been fun. Real fun?
Maybe.