The Semester Begins (Again)

I'm satisfied with this still life, even though my teacher has told me to work a bit more on the squares. I'm going to follow her advice so I don't have the feeling I'm taking the easy way out.

This semester is already breaking my resolve. It didn't take much. Just a combination of:

• Art History 70A: This is the Art History course I must take, and covers everything in the art world before 1500 or so. Already, I've had a problem because I missed a class, and that apparently means I'm down a test that she won't allow me to make up. A bit of a high standard.
  
• Art 100W: A class which proves I have a working knowledge of the English language. I scored a 92% on the entrance exam in English competency, and yet that's not enough to be able to dodge this bullet. Why they label it an "Art" class is beyond me, except all the reading and writing material is art related.
  
• Art 13: A basic sculpture class I somehow missed while in community college. I actually like it quite a bit, and I'm comfortable working in 3-D media. However, as with 70A, everyone is younger than me. I suppose I should stop paying so much attention to that.
  
• Art 164: Intermediate painting. See above still life. The next project involves painting the elements in a diptych. I was happy to do it until I realized she meant metaphysical elements, not a painting of carbon or chrome. So I got Air and Earth. Gale Antokal is a super-nice lady who seems to have the same sense of humor that I do.
  
• Art 180: My one unit internship at the San Jose Museum of Quilts and Textiles. I'll do an entry about the show I'm helping with, called Saturn Returns. Lots of famous quilters and weavers are going to be trusting me and the curator to hang their precious works.
  
• Art 198: This is my B.F.A. Seminar. We talk about art, we learn about grants, graduate schools, and galleries. The teacher for this is Stan Walsh.
  

Anyway. I am learning a lot about this thing we call Art-speak, to better project my ideas into the heads of other people. At the beginning of 2006, I was barely able to coherently describe why I liked an image. My vocabulary, if not my skills, are growing.