Wednesday, September 15, 2004
The art appreciation instructor handed back our sketchbook journals, with the exception of eight or nine he kept to use as examples. Mine was one of the special ones... the composition went beyond the bare minimum he specified. Grade: A+
For the next assignment, I must write about the teaching assistant's artwork, which she displayed for us via slideshow. She composes mostly oil paintings from natural objects, such as twigs, leaves, flowers, bird nests, and dead birds she picks up. My art vocabulary isn't highly developed to fairly express my interpretations, but I liked her use of texture to establish interplays of light and shadow. She cast over a couple of paintings with some special paint that she allowed to dry, then she returned with sandpaper or another medium to add other elements. I genuinely liked at least some aspect of everything she did, which relieves my initial anxiety about how to gracefully describe any distaste I might have had.
After I eat linner I shall work on my assignment, before I lose my images of the artwork.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:09 AM]