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I have been building a wunderkammern, aka cabinet of curiosity (oh, don't ask) for my final project during the past 5 weeks (It was supposed to be 6 weeks, but I was sick like a dog the first week, so notch one week off right there). Locked in the sub-basement of the arch building in ghetto-wear whilst the other girls frolic in the sun in skirts and flip-flops over these past weeks, I was essentially, this morning, seeing the light at the end of the underground tunnel. Until 2 p.m. Interim crit, someone else is presenting, I take out my sketchbook, and I come to the realization that my project does not represent my idea one bit. Basically, even if I were to attempt a conceptual triple-axel, a level of philosophico-conceptual bullshit which I am quite capable of, I was no longer convinced of the validity of my built object. It was all wrong. Dollars, blood, sweat, and tears later (the thing is a wooden n' plexi glass monster), I basically came to the realization that I have built the most laborious and inefficient prototype (yet it could double as a wine rack, so maybe not all is lost). And recuperation, for this class project anyways, is out of the question. This is the Ground Zero of Curiosity, baby.
If I were a rational and practical person, either this sort of thing would have never happened, since all would have been planned like clockwork, or I would have managed to 'make due'. Temperamental artists (I use the term loosely) like me don't make do. It either works or not. And satisfaction is rare but when achieved, brilliant.
I now have 13 days to come up with an idea (initially a struggle of many weeks), prototype it, finance it, build it, and present it to a jury of esteemed professors. 13 days to construct something that should look like it took me 6 weeks, yet is simple enough to take 13 days. Worse thing is, I am brain dead, exhausted, and have no motivation whatsoever, and work horribly under pressure. And I refuse to spend 13 days working 6 weeks worth (I was already on vacation-mode!).
All I know is that what I have built is no good. I will have to make something fast and brilliant, and my professor is a substitute moron (it was voted unanimously on Day 2).
So, does anyone know of substance, thin like paper, that stands upright on it's own, can be transparent or not, sticks to other papers or surfaces, yet can be peeled off from said surfaces without leaving a residue, can receive a printed image from my flimsy 8 1/2 x 11 printer, and if I were to buy like 300 sheets would cost me under 10$. Yeah, I figured.
What peeves me off the most is the pressure I have put on myself to have a great project. Bottom of the class pisses me off, since I'm not used to it (I'm not bragging here, I work really hard and this type of class is my forte, expectations from quite a few people are high). And to have to show my inaptitude in front of a jury? Oy! Lovely end to the Master's...
If I were a rational and practical person, either this sort of thing would have never happened, since all would have been planned like clockwork, or I would have managed to 'make due'. Temperamental artists (I use the term loosely) like me don't make do. It either works or not. And satisfaction is rare but when achieved, brilliant.
I now have 13 days to come up with an idea (initially a struggle of many weeks), prototype it, finance it, build it, and present it to a jury of esteemed professors. 13 days to construct something that should look like it took me 6 weeks, yet is simple enough to take 13 days. Worse thing is, I am brain dead, exhausted, and have no motivation whatsoever, and work horribly under pressure. And I refuse to spend 13 days working 6 weeks worth (I was already on vacation-mode!).
All I know is that what I have built is no good. I will have to make something fast and brilliant, and my professor is a substitute moron (it was voted unanimously on Day 2).
So, does anyone know of substance, thin like paper, that stands upright on it's own, can be transparent or not, sticks to other papers or surfaces, yet can be peeled off from said surfaces without leaving a residue, can receive a printed image from my flimsy 8 1/2 x 11 printer, and if I were to buy like 300 sheets would cost me under 10$. Yeah, I figured.
What peeves me off the most is the pressure I have put on myself to have a great project. Bottom of the class pisses me off, since I'm not used to it (I'm not bragging here, I work really hard and this type of class is my forte, expectations from quite a few people are high). And to have to show my inaptitude in front of a jury? Oy! Lovely end to the Master's...
posted by isabellenecessary at 12:24 AM
6 Comments:
that's exactly it. happens to me, all the time. what can I say to console you? go, girl, create. don't complain, at least you realised your first draft wasn't good, many of us never manage to admit to their failures. yeah, big words, I know.
I do not know how or why, but it all comes to what it's worth in the end.
happy thoughts to you who taught me the fascinating "volatile".
"Fascinating" volatile, eh? When and how did I achieve this? You are the first male to call my volatily "fascinating". I'm not sure what this says about you. (I choose to categorize it as "psychotic" and perhaps requiring medical attention, but shhhhh)
you commented on my wine bottle metaphor, remember? and psychotic indeed. and medical attention provided.
I meant only well, though!
have you read joey goebel's "torture the artist"?
Oh, I know you meant well.:) No, I have not read "Torture the artist"...a guide to masochism?
no no no, of course not. it's quite good I guess, and even alanis morissette (!) later admitted: "you don't have to be depressed to create art".
I recently found out that I agree:)
greetings to you!
As did I: serene can be good for the soul. I will look into the book, once I have finished torturing myself over this project!
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