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G’bye, Not!GradSchool… hullo Europe!

July 27th, 2010, posted in Painting, school, travel, work

The plan, she is a-changin’.
Disclaimer: No, actually I have not read Eat, Pray, Love. No, you’re not the first to ask that question, thanks.

I had a long chat with Sylvie last week, & amongst other things, I talked to her about Not!Grad School. Based on my conversations & the feedback I’ve gotten from them, I’m pretty sure that sometime around August 1st, I’ll get notification that I can start on October 9th with this year’s class.

The question then being – do I really want to?

Here’s the thing – it’s all day, from 9am – 4pm (3:30 if I make arrangements with the professors to make up the studio time so I can get to the boathouse if I end up coaching juniors this fall) Now, being able to sit & spend three years doing the course of art that I wanted to do sounds dandy, but I have some very harsh realities to deal with:

  1. I have to pay the tuition myself because the school isn’t accredited yet, so there’s no federal funding
  2. I have to fund the rest of my life at the same time that I’m in school for the same amount of time as a full time job.
  3. Eventually, I really do need to get SOME sleep. (No, I actually do mean that)

I was explaining this to Sylvie, and she suddenly stopped said, “God, why are you Americans are so dumb?!”
(Note: Sylvie is French. Occasionally, she’s not just French, she’s very French.)

To which I ventured, “um…I don’t know?”

We then proceeded to have a conversation where she explained to my horribly pedestrian Yankee way of thinking that not everything is in the United States, and perhaps instead of spending three years running myself into the ground for a degree from a school no one’s ever heard of where I won’t enjoy a bit of of because I’ll always be chasing to fill the economic hole of my tuition & life, perhaps it might be better to look at a more concentrated program in Europe for next summer so that I can actually, you know – pay attention to what I’m doing while learning, as well as actually get some time away from my life for a while – kind of a reset button.

:insert heavens opening & beam of light shining down as chorus of angels hit perfect note:

The funny thing about this is that just the week before, my sister & I had been having a conversation about the fact that, other than her honeymoon, we pretty much have never been on vacation. We just didn’t do it as kids – other than family committments, or parent-mandated “educational trips” when we were kids (which were all within driving distance & ruled more by my mother’s neurosis than anything else, so yeah, those were wicked fun) — we just… didn’t. When we were kids, we couldn’t afford it, & when we were old enough, we were sent off to get jobs, after which we all had to pay for our own school, and I guess since we never were in the habit of doing it from when we were kids, neither of us have ever incorporated it into our lives as adults.

So the idea of taking the next year and setting things up so that I can save up, put my affairs in order, and head off for a month or three to kind of explore the world & do something just for me & for the sake of having the experience of it instead of just continuing to try to pay the rent – I can’t tell you how lovely that is to me. It’s going to mean a LOT of prep, and a real push on my part to work & get things in order financially – thankfully, my car will be paid off in June of ’11 (if I can’t manage to get ahead & take care of it a little before) so my expenses will actually go down right before I leave. Since this is LA, there’s almost always someone looking for a short-term sublets and due to the fact that I presently have the best neighbors ever, I know I’ll have people to look in on the place & make sure that nothing gets blown up. (Yay 1049 Improv Troupe!)

In the meantime, I’ll wait to see whether or not I get into Not!Grad School, & then work with them to take at least two classes over the course of the year – probably basic anatomy & also Quick post studios since those would be the basis of any figure drawing study that I would take. I’d also have to finally get my arse in gear & start going to Dr. Sketchy’s when my work schedule allows for it so that I can get lots of practice for pretty cheap.

In order to actually make the cash to be able to do all this, I’m going to have to suck it up & put at least one day aside just for tutorials to bring myself up to date on more backend programming and SEO. More & more clients seem to be asking for things that involve Drupal development, WordPress dev, & SEO work, so it’s time that I hammered down on the things that will actually bring in cash, most likely with a side of HTML5, CSS3, & javascript refresher course. Lynda.com, we’ll be spending a lot of time together.

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Of course, I can’t do this alone, so there’s only one thing to do:

Gathering the troops to invade Europe – it’s what Americans do!
Art aside, there’s another awesome aspect to going to Italy or France for the summer – the rowing.

That in mind, I sent Kate a text that just said, “Wanna row in Europe next summer?”

Yeah.. she’s pretty much down. So once we get things in line & I know where I’m going, we’ll take a look at where there is to row around there and have at it, baby — the Euros have way more options than we do in SoCal, and even if I’m just in Europe on a schedule where I can GO to Henley… well honey, it’s Henley the year before the Olympics are in London. That situation’s going to be awesome. Plus since I know a Bronzer or two in merry ol’ Land o’ Eng, we may be able to swing free accomodations for that portion of the adventure, which would be right up there like the guys say during soccer games on Univision – Scoooooooore!

I’ve also tapped Sachiel & Closet B to see if they want to come play, even if only for a week or two – after all, if you’re going to have to get a place to crash for two people in Italy or France, you might as well use it as a halfway house for all your friends, right? Right. Totally.

In the meantime, the upshot of this is that my sorry arse needs to make with the hustle. As Sachiel pointed out to me, “Billable hours equals Europe!”

Music: Dawn – Pride & Prejudice Dawn

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She boxed her shadow and she won…

September 23rd, 2009, posted in Painting

She smiles like she’s so tough… She says “hey can you talk a little louder, I don’t think my heart is broken enough”…
But someday we’ll all be old & I’ll be so damn beautiful…

~ Anna Nalick, Paper Bag Anna Nalick - Wreck of the Day

So here I am. I’ve had this white canvas sitting outside the front door of my apartment. I know what I want to do with it, it’s just been a matter of… getting there. Getting up. Getting it done.

I’ve tried two times before to sketch out the start. I’ve also painted it over to start again twice, so that should tell you how well things have been going.

Then I realized I’ve just been fucking it up. Earlier this spring, I’d taken a course up at LAFAA, and one of the things that my teacher worked on with us was letting go of the details and just learning to draw from a general feel.

As anyone that knows me might guess, releasing control wasn’t something I immediately took to. For the first time in a long time, I found myself as the slow kid in art class, which really sucked. It wasn’t that what I was doing was bad, exactly, just that it wasn’t.. there was no spark to it. I can’t describe to you what it means to have spark, other than that when you’re creating, either it’s there or it’s not. The work was mechanically correct, but there was no life to it, if that makes sense.

Then, towards the end of the semester, we just started working with pure charcoal dust – no pencils, no real detail available, just a cloth to apply powder to paper, and a round brush to shade and move things around.

Oddly enough, in the complete absence of any tools, I found my spark again. things just… worked. Starting from shadows worked. Concentrating on the darknesses…worked.

That in mind, when I decided what I was going to paint for my first piece, I wanted to do something that would take advantage of that new technique – darkness in focus, shadows telling the story.

What I figured out today was that my philosophy was correct, but I forgot to change my approach.

I’ve been trying to sketch out everything, thinking that I’d just get it all down & darken out what I didn’t need later. Too much information, as Eric would say. I sat in front of the canvas today & decided to just cut out everything I didn’t need.

If you ever watch the show Batman – The Animated Series, you can see that there’s a darkness to the style of animation, as compared to say, Superman: The Animated Series — they’re the same animation house, but the two look very different – Batman is much more noir, a much heavier style. The reason for this is that when they were creating the Batman series, they started with black paper. They started with darkness.

I thought about that today as I sat in front of this blank white canvas. I thought about it, and I ditched my mechanical pencil. (This is a giant step for me – I’ve been known to create entire 18×24″ pieces using a 2mm mechanical pencil. Like I said, it’s possible I have some issues with details.) I ditched my mechanical pencil, went into my office, and got out my willow charcoal.  And then I turned on my projectoricon and started again.

This time, I just went for the shadows. I concentrated on my negative space, and sketched out the shadows.

The result? It didn’t suck. So I took advantage of the inroad, got out some paint for the first time in… at least three years, and I spent an hour laying down the first color layer for the right side of the canvas. It wasn’t awesome, it won’t hang in the Louvre any time soon, but I was struck my how happy I found myself. Not even happy, per se, so much as just… content. It felt good to paint again.

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In the meantime, I need to work on paying the bills. The part time gig that I’d been hoping for this fall fell through – ironically enough, not because I wasn’t qualified, not because I hadn’t done the work to earn the position, but because someone else has… well, we’ll just call them personal issues. As much as I love my sport, sometimes I really wish that they knew about things like… HR departments, ’cause jesus I’m tired of people’s personal crap — while I suspect I may have managed to at least clear my name on a personal level, I fear my professional chances are hereby classified as “screwed”.

This leaves me with basically two options:
1. Stick around – maybe be a volunteer and have to putter around, never getting any further than I am now.

2. Save my pennies and move. Get outta dodge & go somewhere that I won’t have to be the one that pays for other people’s inability to deal with their own fucking emotional immaturity.

There are other places. I could go to San Diego – I know there would be a place for me there, that I’d be welcome. They have the facilities to do what I’d want to accomplish, and I know I’d get paid for it. I could go to grad school – we’re pretty sure I have 5 years of NCAA eligibility, and a rower with 4 years experience and a 1.51 split on a 2k is never an unwelcome thing.

I just… I don’t want to leave. I love my team that I row with. I built my team. I’d hate to leave them. I loved coaching. I really did, and while the logical adult in me understands the need to go somewhere else, to help another team win, my overdeveloped sense of loyalty hates the idea of it.

But before that, I need to take care of me. Which is probably going to mean getting a crappy part time job in retail or Starbucks or something so that I don’t have to keep pulling unemployment – or at least to get myself that much closer to getting off unemployment. The freelance work I have now is good, and it’s there, but it’s not enough for me to be fully independent, and that’s what I need to work on.

So, I’ll start applying – I hear the Whole Foods near me needs people, and my next door neighbor is a manager at Urban Outfitters, he says they need overnight stockers, which would be nice – if I’m going to work retail, it’d be nifty to have a position that doesn’t actually involve customers. I really don’t want to go back to an office – if I’ve learned anything, I’ve learned that I’ve lost all tolerance for the 9-to-5 game.

In the meantime, I’ll also work on my affiliate blog – I made enough of the pages at my last employer, it’s not like I don’t know how it’s done. See if maybe the internet can’t help me out a bit as well.

Mostly, I’m just tired of this shit. I’m tired of games, and I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s going on underneath what’s going on. I don’t understand why people can’t just sit the fuck down and talk about shit – why they need to make everything so complicated. I wish it wasn’t that way. I wish I could trust. I wish… I wish I hadn’t learned that in the end, seven is just like eight.

But none of that matters right now. What matters right now is dollars and cents. What matters is getting myself free of depending on anyone else. What matters is making sure that I’m okay, because I have learned without a doubt that no one else is going to help me do that.

Today, I had a small victory – I painted. Tomorrow, I go to look for a job, and begin the fight again.