CXXXVIII.

Today, I have begun my transition into etching. Degas said that etching improves one's drawing abilities so I'm excited to experiment with this new medium. My professor, Laura Pharis, is perhaps one of the most talented print-makers I've ever seen/heard of/met. I'm not going to lie, I'm slightly intimidated by her amount of talent, though it reassures me that I am in good hands. I'll show you what I mean:

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Our first assignment is to sketch a self-portrait. I've been delving through the file cabinet that is my brain to find some sort of image or action that defines me. I feel that my mind is cluttered with my various interests and compulsive actions, such as waving my arms around when I'm excited, so this assignment should be a breeze.

As for my other classes, I am taking three art history courses, another studio course, and the arts management course I've mentioned before that will rendezvous in New York. This is perhaps one of the greatest semesters I've ever endeavored so far. I hope my time in graduate school or the next chapter in my life will be as exciting and full of potential. These studio courses leave me wishing I never gave up creating. I have had one too many difficult art teachers in my youth that led me to believe that I would never be talented enough to pursue art, even as a pastime. One thing I've learned from my recent studio experiences is that I hope that everyone succeeds in the thing he or she love the most because I feel that I have. In the meantime, I'll be updating this thing more often as my classes renew my inspirations.