Greetings classmates. I am hanging in there and telling myself to remain strong as I prepare to engage in the holiday season of fall semester as a first year graduate. In an effort to test my time management skills, We agreed for my partner, Angie to take a part-time job at the mall to get some holiday income. Schedules are still being figured out as we have a two year old and normal class & studio stuff. I noticed that a lot of people are commenting on the “class” stuff. Some instructors say to bend that to your normal body of work as much as possible because the grades don’t really matter in art school at this point. It is all about our work. I am unsure if that is sound advice or not but it does give me some relief when I find myself toiling away at some project that has little to do with my work.
Tonight, we worked out our holiday plans. We are celebrating, Thanksgiving in Rantoul, IL (just north of UofI) with my partners aunt. The following weekend, my 14 year old is coming to Madison and we will have our own Thanksgiving. On December 13th, We will contrast our Pagan roots with Christianity and celebrate St. Lucia Day. Our family has done this for years. We put up our Star of light and our 2-year old will be the official Lucia this season. She is a bit young but hopefully she enjoy it. Most girls in our family have been Lucia two or three times. It usually turns into a melee of kids (boys included) making their own candle crowns and all claiming to be the goddess of light. Now that we have a plan, Angie and I have been working our schedules out to get me back into the studio for the next month.
My first project is revisiting a sinking battleship game piece that I have been working on spuradically for the last two years. It is the size of a human coffin but designed after a battleship game piece. I plan on leaving it raw and slightly rusty. My next feat for it is the “list”. When I framed it up, it was sinking in back but straight on the XY axis. I think it looks like a bicycle ramp so I am going to prop it up, mark it and start torching away a large sliver to get it to lean to the side a little bit. I don’t want a happy slow sinking, I want the viewer to look at it and contemplate how they would escape if they were on that ship. When I watched Titanic, I kept asking myself over and over how I would have escaped. This question sticks with me still today. My first thought is that I would need to prepare and not tell anyone. Everyone would be in a panic (at least on a civilian liner) and if you built a one man raft, everyone would jump on until it popped and everyone became shark food. So, I know that I would have to act early and find things that float. When you see the aftermath of a sinking and all of that junk is floating in the ocean, that is the stuff that people should have saved. Second, I know that the water was freezing and I do not like wind. It makes me miserable. I would have searched the cabin or ship for something water proof and something rigid. Maybe something flat like a table top. I would have tied a couple of small weights to the table legs or any hardware underneath to act as a keel. I would have then tied some bouyant objects close to the corners of the table. I would have used a shower curtain or two to help stay dry from the splashes. Next, I would have brought extra rope. and there is always rope on a boat, incase I needed to lash any junk together from the wreckage. As I prepared my lifeboat to set sail, I would have ran to the kitchen and grabbed bacon, any smoked meat, maybe some fruit or grains high in energy and stuffed them in my pockets. In the movie, at least, everyone ran to the stern as the bow submerged. This would be perfect. You know the ship is not going to come back up so, as soon as I gathered my supplies, I would grab my table raft and headed straight off the front of the ship. It would be easy to get away while the craft slowly sinks and everyone else would be at the other end of the ship. I know this sounds selfish, but it was just the problem that I set up for myself. I did not include family, friends or rational beings for that matter. This, as well as art are ways for me to deal with fears. I once did a series of drawings on unfinished basements. Other fears I have are Russian Roulette, escaping fire, tornado, and other natural disasters. I am not really scared of the natural disasters, I just like to scare myself with them and decide what I would do. Raising my oldest daughter, we would do tornado drills. We had a heavy table in the basement, near plumbing and a small window. We would have the girls start on the second floor and time them running to the basement. Maybe I over think situations. ? When I was a young’un in Scouts they always told me to be prepared. At the same time, I was watching Red Dawn and talking about nuclear blasts with my classmates. One last thing. I hate the idea of being on a submarine and I hate the idea of an iron maiden so I am also working on a small piece that has a hollow submarinesque shape with large bullets piercing into it’s void.
See you next week!
Over and Out! KSshhhhhK!