bucketing rain last night and this morning, a series of exercises with mirrors and windows. If you look out the window it is possible to draw, onto the window, the scene you see through it. Or the people.
We did self portraits this way using mirrors, and then I got excited about the idea of the window (the views are spectacular) and went a little crazy. I was thinking about going all over campus with water soluble pencils/crayons and drawing the scene as seen from that window, and making a print of it, and then I was fantasizing about carrying a piece of glass around all over, and trying different vantage points with no windows. It was a nice thought exercise. I'm going to do something from the dining room tomorrow
Most of the people here are more serious about art than me, and they are using way more art school talk to describe what they are doing. Art school talk kind of makes me itch. And yet, the middle aged women getting MFAs and the baby art students, and the teachers are all fluent in this kind of double-speak clap trap. It is not cheering.
Other things are, however, fabulous. Food. Views. Being next to the ocean. The company, when they are not blabbling art-speak.