On the other hand, majoring in art apparently means you can nail some beige-painted ping pong paddles to a wall and get your diploma. Then again, all the art majors I have talked to might be liars. :D
I wish I had the balls to become a starving poet, or something. I'm serious about that, too. It might seem like dumbassery and endless Ramen meals, but I wouldn't mind it at all.
See, but I'm not insane enough to think of something as awesome as that! I just do my boring little pencil drawing. Dark corner, daleks. *shrugs* Very confined...
Hahahahahaha. Dude, we're going to be living like that anyway.
Awwww. See, what I think you haven't realized yet is that NO ONE *ever* finishes their pieces. Sketchbooks are a black hole of ideas. Assignments kill creativity. You can too be an art major, Whitney! Keep it up!!!
All you really have to do is a triptych of the Little Miss Sunshine VW bus--first, before it breaks, second, after the clutch goes but it still looks the same, and third, when the side door falls off and there's a little bit of Grandpa's shroud caught under the trunk door. Tah-dah! Art. :D
Why doesn't Mrs. Marshall realise that? It's like everything we do must be this huge pillar of achievement by which future artists will all be judged against...when really all any of us know how to draw (except for Heather, she's amazing) are squiggles.
*dies* I'm having a strangely hard time finding the bus from the right angle.
Gr. Marshall liked me nicely in Pottery, but a pot can be finished. A drawing can't. Squiggles!! I love squiggles! I've been drawing a lot of them lately...
Huh. Does it even have to be that bus? Just google VW buses and use those for a reference, and draw them yellow. Ooh! I saw the koolest hippie bus in Seattle yesterday--it had a really bad landscape all the way around, with a personal manifesto to be good to the earth, be nonjudgemental, question authority, appreciate poetry blah blah blah wrapped all the way around the entire bus, with bumper stickers! Everywhere!
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I wish I had the balls to become a starving poet, or something. I'm serious about that, too. It might seem like dumbassery and endless Ramen meals, but I wouldn't mind it at all.
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Hahahahahaha. Dude, we're going to be living like that anyway.
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LMAO. This is true. And no offence, but I hope we don't end up sharing a bedroom. I stay up all night and you... don't. Lol.
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*cracks up* Well, I can sleep through anything, but yeah, own rooms would be awesome. You flail.
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All you really have to do is a triptych of the Little Miss Sunshine VW bus--first, before it breaks, second, after the clutch goes but it still looks the same, and third, when the side door falls off and there's a little bit of Grandpa's shroud caught under the trunk door. Tah-dah! Art. :D
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*dies* I'm having a strangely hard time finding the bus from the right angle.
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Huh. Does it even have to be that bus? Just google VW buses and use those for a reference, and draw them yellow. Ooh! I saw the koolest hippie bus in Seattle yesterday--it had a really bad landscape all the way around, with a personal manifesto to be good to the earth, be nonjudgemental, question authority, appreciate poetry blah blah blah wrapped all the way around the entire bus, with bumper stickers! Everywhere!
*grins* I am easily amused.
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