margarita art grrr. how a day can go from glee to bitch in 8 hours: it all started off good and well.. because it snowed. and snow is good right? snow makes me happy..and makes me want to kiss noses and catch snowflakes on my tongue. so i stepped out to class this morning. the last day of class.. and i was greeted by snow.. and a non-crowded train. i got to class and wasnt even late.. which is a feat in itself. but todays class was everyone elses critique.. so since i went last week i was merely an observer and supposed support. but this works against you at the same time.. because i didnt have the nerves and anticipation building in my veins that you get while you wait your turn for your crit... so i sat back.. and i even made it till 1:30 without really blinking my eyes to stay awake too much.. i even used my whole 25 minute break to go return the slides i took out back in september. im a good girl and stuff. but then the second half.. only 4 people x45 minutes each.. and blinking wasnt enough.. i started to squirm.. and stretch..and i had to fight falling asleep. blah blah blah art.. blah blah blah namedropping.. blah blah.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and then at the end of class. at like nearly 6pm this chick .. this chick who defines artist.. whose daddy is an artist..and who hangs with the cool art kids..she approaches me again about taking my studio space.. apparently she wants my corner studio.. with the good walls..and the windows.. pfft. she gives me her whole speal again about why she needs it so bad.. but you know.. its 6pm..after a full day of critique. im not happy. im not even sociable. im starving and cranky and undercaffienated. i want nothing more than to go home. and she. she doesnt deserve my space. but im usually reasonable.. i told her last week id think about it.. we're on break now.. she doesnt need to know now. but no. she persists.. blah blah.. you dont need the wall.. blah blah you can take ginas space.. blah.. and then as im already annoyed.. she spouts something like.. well i work in my studio like 5 or 6 hours a day and you dont.. erm um uh...i mean.. youre there.. but.. (trails off) *CRACK* that was my patience cracking. that was my overstressed and underslept mind that took her words to mean.. 'im a more dedicated artist than you.. so i deserve your space' so i crack.. and im like.. well obviously youve already made up your mind..and youre not going to stop until i give in so why dont you just take it! shes like.. well.. um.. and im like.. youre not giving up till i change my mind so .. gah!all this in my most exasperated tone.. and i left. i bailed. i didnt want to look at her anymore.. and this kid walked out with me.. asking me what was happening. he agreed. its lame to be concerned with it now..enjoy break for keeerist sake. so i cleaned up my studio.. took all my art supplies and came the hell home. lucky for me.. the train was nice and empty. i didnt want to have to start taking names.. and all.. heh so im home and its all better right? i had alot more to say about shite.. art and all the bullshit art talk i heard today. but thats a tune ive played before.. and my encounter with art bitch was leaning on me. i also found out vacation is significatly shorter than i had remembered. i have to get away during it though. have to. my mental health depends on it. for now.. im drinking a margarita and making some tasty chicken for dinner. let the bad shit go. and enjoy this frosty beverage. cheers. |