Thursday, February 21, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
In my last post I had began to tell about my classes this semester, but a thought distracted me, which I shared and what I wrote seemed to be sufficient.
This semester I am taking an online Southwest studies class. So far, so good.
I have an art studio class--Beginning Print Making, so far I am struggling.
And I have a have a Strat Comm class--Media Theory & Research. My brain is struggling to grasp the concepts.
I dropped the Algebra class and another strat comm online class. I think three classes is about all I can handle at this time. Which means that graduation will need to be put off for one more semester. Hopefully, I will graduate at the end of Summer semester 2014, but most likely Fall of that year. :-( I am not sure I will make it. I really am tired of this rut called education.
My first project in my print-making class is due next week. We had an in-work critique.I wanted to do something very basic, simple. This is something I have never done. I thought of when I have taught beginning quilting. I often start with one of the most basic patterns, the 9-patch-square.I started with trying to carve wood. We were given a cheap plywood and it was so hard to carve. Instead of a 9-patch, I had decided to draw a square within a square, but then I added diagonal lines. My initial print reminded me of the house on Teal Ave. It used a similar motif on the outside of the house. Perhaps, that truly took me back to basics, since that was the first house I ever lived in? Then, I decided to use some of the found objects I had brought to try in relief printing. I added a small foam heart to the block. The first print had too much pink pink. The 2nd too little. With practice, I hope to get the hang of this.
This is the wood block I carved. I didn't wash the ink off. I decided that I liked my simple block as it was. Maybe not something I would hang and display or put the prints from this in my portfolio, but THIS is a beginning attempt to learn something new. i am sharing this, because I want to document my progress.
Note Taking 101. Or perhaps, Tina's Sketch Book. Since I was in 4th grade (???) I have drawn mazes during classes. My girl type of ADD means trouble focusing and I discovered that drawing mazes helped me to focus on what the lecture was about. When i do take real notes, like copying from the board, I retain more info when I write them backwards. Sometime, I will share a sample of those "notes."
The mazes and the mirror writing are part of why I decided to choose this class. People ask me WHY I make them? I have notebooks with page after page of mazes. People ask if I sell them, or planned to make a book. I've been told they would work well printed, like in Intaglio or lithographs.... I needed to take one more art studio class. It could be any art class. I, also had childhood memories of art project that fall into the category of print-making. Maybe I'll share those as this class progresses. Or Not.
This semester I am taking an online Southwest studies class. So far, so good.
I have an art studio class--Beginning Print Making, so far I am struggling.
And I have a have a Strat Comm class--Media Theory & Research. My brain is struggling to grasp the concepts.
I dropped the Algebra class and another strat comm online class. I think three classes is about all I can handle at this time. Which means that graduation will need to be put off for one more semester. Hopefully, I will graduate at the end of Summer semester 2014, but most likely Fall of that year. :-( I am not sure I will make it. I really am tired of this rut called education.
My first project in my print-making class is due next week. We had an in-work critique.I wanted to do something very basic, simple. This is something I have never done. I thought of when I have taught beginning quilting. I often start with one of the most basic patterns, the 9-patch-square.I started with trying to carve wood. We were given a cheap plywood and it was so hard to carve. Instead of a 9-patch, I had decided to draw a square within a square, but then I added diagonal lines. My initial print reminded me of the house on Teal Ave. It used a similar motif on the outside of the house. Perhaps, that truly took me back to basics, since that was the first house I ever lived in? Then, I decided to use some of the found objects I had brought to try in relief printing. I added a small foam heart to the block. The first print had too much pink pink. The 2nd too little. With practice, I hope to get the hang of this.
This is the wood block I carved. I didn't wash the ink off. I decided that I liked my simple block as it was. Maybe not something I would hang and display or put the prints from this in my portfolio, but THIS is a beginning attempt to learn something new. i am sharing this, because I want to document my progress.
Note Taking 101. Or perhaps, Tina's Sketch Book. Since I was in 4th grade (???) I have drawn mazes during classes. My girl type of ADD means trouble focusing and I discovered that drawing mazes helped me to focus on what the lecture was about. When i do take real notes, like copying from the board, I retain more info when I write them backwards. Sometime, I will share a sample of those "notes."
The mazes and the mirror writing are part of why I decided to choose this class. People ask me WHY I make them? I have notebooks with page after page of mazes. People ask if I sell them, or planned to make a book. I've been told they would work well printed, like in Intaglio or lithographs.... I needed to take one more art studio class. It could be any art class. I, also had childhood memories of art project that fall into the category of print-making. Maybe I'll share those as this class progresses. Or Not.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Spring Semester 2013
I am so burned out on school. After ONLY eleven semesters at UNM.... I have just this semester and two or three or four more to go.... I am so burned out. I can't seem to shake this fog and lack of focus that began closing down on me in Sept when the new med disaster began. Truthfully, the depression seems to only get deeper.... and I have no clue how to help myself pull out of it.
A just smiled, A tiny smile, as a thought came to mind. NOT pull, Tina, but P.U.S.H. (now a snort from me) PUSH... Pray Until Something Happens. (and now tears) I don't know when I last truly prayed as I use to. I did pray and pray and pray and NOTHING happened. Life only got worse. Now, I just wonder who or what I am praying to....and IF....?
Well, prayer without action is useless, if you ask me. Nothing happens in life, unless we are willing to do do the work to make it happen. Maybe, that is my problem.
A just smiled, A tiny smile, as a thought came to mind. NOT pull, Tina, but P.U.S.H. (now a snort from me) PUSH... Pray Until Something Happens. (and now tears) I don't know when I last truly prayed as I use to. I did pray and pray and pray and NOTHING happened. Life only got worse. Now, I just wonder who or what I am praying to....and IF....?
Well, prayer without action is useless, if you ask me. Nothing happens in life, unless we are willing to do do the work to make it happen. Maybe, that is my problem.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas
My Christmas gift from Jeddy was three songs he made for me. Here are two of his songs set to pictures from November and December: Jeddy's Music
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Home Again Home Again.....
Home Again, Home Again.....Jiggity Jog..... my mom use to say that.
We are home from Utah. Home from the funeral. it was a very quick trip. Lots to say, but maybe a lot I shouldn't say...?
My favorite moment was during the funeral service when two of my sons sang their farewell song to my mom. Earlier that morning there was a few minutes when the Mormon Bishop who was conducting the service heard the song and declared that it was not reverent enough for a funeral. He then asked dad, who said he had discussed it with me and he felt it was perfect for my mom.
Follow the link below to hear Jeddy Grant and Spencer J:
This song is for you Grandma Wanda.
My dad spoke--which I believe is unusual and must have taken a lot of strength to do.
My sister spoke.
My great niece Lexi and niece Lenzy sang Silent Night. While my nephew Darrell (who is deaf mute) signed the song.... which is pretty cool to "sing" Silent Night" silently ;-)
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