empty handed
2006-04-11, 8:42 p.m.
I'm nearing the point where it'll be o.k. to call Andrew's old house back.
Yesterday, I found out that one of my color prints that was on display in a hallway of the Fine Arts building has been stolen. I don't understand why someone wanted to steal something like that if it had no meaning to them...I guess that really isn't a question to ask... Well, I feel surprised that, of all the pieces on display, mine was chosen. I do not feel flattered at all, even though my instructor, Scott, says it is the highest form of flattery. How can I feel flattered when I put my time (6+ hours giving me 8 drops) and energy rubbing off ink rolled onto a sheet of plexi glass? I just don't. My fingers cramped with that image. The print was of my friend, Paul (mentioned so many times before). I built up the progress of the print by showing him the blots, but I don't want to disappoint.
I've already started working on a second (and better) print of the same thing. It still depicts Paul on his drums but I've progressed with my skin tones and I've added more detail.
I don't want to be defeated by something I can't change.