The art class I'm in is all about the human figure, and as a result I spend a lot of time Monday and Wednesday nights staring at a naked model and trying to figure out how to draw them out well -- meaning both proportionally and artistically.
Sometimes I succeed but I think mostly I fail.
The good news is, my teacher gladly announced today that we are improving:
Yesterday when I got to work one of my supervisors told me I'd be moving offices to accommodate for the other employees about to begin work in that office. She explained a few other reasons that I mostly misunderstood or simply didn't care to understand. She informed me I'd be working next to the dean's office.
Today I was shown where I'd be working. And as I walked from my office with dim lighting, my Mac computer and comfortable office chair, I was only semi-disappointed to see the closet, or uh -- office, I'd be working in -- complete with florescent lighting, a slow Dell computer and rigid wooden chair.
On Saturday I was able to attend a special conference for the women of our church -- the General Relief Society Meeting. As women we gathered at the church and watched the broadcast from Salt Lake, where we heard from ecclesiastical leaders including the president and prophet of the LDS church, Thomas S. Monson.
President Monson began his sermon with a story about a woman who constantly judged her neighbors. As this woman looked through her windows, she was astonished as to why her neighbors would hang dirty laundry on the line to dry. After constantly pointing out the dirty laundry to her husband, she was surprised when suddenly, one day, the laundry on the line was clean. Her husband pointed out to her that he had cleaned their windows.
I prefer a book rather than a screen.
I'd rather curl up with a good book and read and read and read than watch a movie. Don't get me wrong, I love movies and tv shows and the like....but I'd rather either read about it or watch it on the stage. Unfortunately these two options are either a) isolating and anti-social or b) a little expensive.
I prefer a pencil rather than a computer.
I like to draw. With pencils. I'm not very tech-savvy, so I'm not good designing things on the computer or anything photo-shop-esque. I'm okay with that. I like photography, but I prefer film -- not a big fan of digital. Unfortunately, liking pencils and film won't do me much good if I ever plan to make any kind of career out of it. *sigh...*
I got to "life drawing" class today and sat on a stool waiting for something to happen. The week before we had done "gesture" drawings from a model -- quick or long sketches or "studies" done in pastel of a live model -- and I'm afraid I'm not very experienced or good at doing them. In fact, while we do these in class I feel anything but competent and in fact -- very much like ajournalism major in a room full of art majors.
I was in seventh grade. I remember getting ready for school that morning, and my dad called me into the living room to watch the news. I was still wrapped in my towel from the shower. I looked at the TV and simply didn't understand. What was happening? And why?
Nathaniel and I taught with the missionaries on Thursday. We taught our sweet friend, Claudia, about the plan of salvation -- or the plan of happiness. It was too much fun! The spirit was so sweet. And of course, we got to color, and I never mind that.
Because I could write a TON about what I learned today...I'll just keep it brief:
1. Physical and mental pain can't last forever -- one day I will have a perfected body. I can happily thank the Savior for that. I'm so grateful the Savior died for me, and one day I can be resurrected into a perfect body! This gives me an eternal perspective, an understanding that pain is only temporary, and floods my soul with sweet relief and peace.
There are several moments in my life that live in my memory as brilliant watercolor paintings -- rich charcoal drawings, etched, living and breathing in the sweetest, most tender corners of my recollection.