paints

throwing out all the art my mum saved for me. surprisingly, some of it is worth keeping i think. i just have the strongest urge to paint right now and i can't because all my paints and brushes are in toronto, sitting all alone, crying out my name. speaking of toronto, i have a ton of shit to bring home to a place with no space to put it.

what i'll miss:

the purple cat pants that Shirley wore to class every week

the awkward moments when naked people talk to you

staying up wayyy too late finishing something

spending approximately 4-6 dollars for a sheet of paper

being in love with a lesbian

going shopping between classes

thirsty thursdays at the pub with a bunch of friends who are way too old for me

finding out everyone is too old for me

using the walls as storage space

buying art and fashion magazines and calling them "textbook expenses"

feeling extremely inadequate

seeing a ton of penis, boobs, and/or vagina every class

the art kid graffiti on bathroom stalls

jokes that involve art history

having a foreign professor who couldn't say DaVinci

bullshitting the "meaning" behind your work

having the entire living room floor covered in feathers or cardboard

finding an excuse to keep things for future projects

learning that stealing isn't actually bad

wanting to do homework cause its fun

ogling over the beautiful TA

staying all three hours of the printmaking open studio

having 13 hour days at school

getting into the AGO for free

eating pancakes in class

learning how to use the woodshop

being told to cheat and plagiarize ideas, the right way

painting sticks and pinecones and steph's face for drawing class

creating a sculpture for painting class

being able to say "yes, i go to school in the crayon building"

drawing naked people

finding paint in your hair or on other places of your body

burning myself with multiple glue guns and soldering irons

hearing at least one person justify their project by saying, "i cut myself and got blood on it"

or something along those lines.

fuck yeah art school.

8 days left of school;

"there's a vulture on my shoulder and he's telling me to give in"

not including weekends.

i'm pretty excited, i mean, i'm probably going to do more homework than i have all year so far, but it'll be for fun instead of for critiques and shitty grades. i'll do the stuff i wanna do, maybe even get to the darkroom, and if get enough stuff done, maybe it can even be put towards some projects in the future? i mean the only rule is that you can't submit anything for twice for a different class. one project per class, no sharsies. but they never said anything about handing in work that you've previously done. we could make it work right? maybe i should check my schedule...

another bonus? i only have one exam.

three cheers for art school! hip hip hurray! hip hip hurray! hip hip hurray!

always go to art school

this wild heart knows its not

knew its path from the start

maybe being wild is staying on the same street

beginning to end.

groping for disaster

but never really reaching it

a chicken of such nobility

wears the crown of her father

and the familiar rings of her mother.

queen and king of the same old same olds

a new concept

when everyone is dying to be different.

is being the same being the most unique of all?

jump on the bed til the cows come home

and keep promises.

"don't go, i'll eat you up i love you so."