jinx left me sole-less

so the day after an intense and interesting day. i spent all day in room 410 of the sharp building, except for half an hour at lunch. in core we had an assignment the week before to go out and create/ isolate shapes in a space and photograph them then draw the shape. well i took 200 photos that day and left it off till the weekend when i very quickly realized that the assignment as given was kind of beneath me, it did not move at a fast enough pace, they just wanted eight drawings in black and white that didnt progress much at all. so i did some drawing and two were in pale green isolating the shap... whatever, then i did two oil paintings that i really liked and thought my teachers would like too because there all on my nutz. then as time went on i got nervous, because i kind of ignored most of the parameters of the assignment and thought they would say i did it wrong. then in class we had critique and even before we got to my work pete had said something about somebodies piece, then i thought about what he said and waited my turn and said, "you know pete, i have to disagree with you..." and went on explaining how he was exactly wrong. as somebody else was talking, pete leaned over to me and said, you know what, you're right man i was totally wrong about that piece. then after some people talked, pete said to the whole class how i was right about the piece, then titus, the other teacher said "alright!" and gave me a fist bump right there.
real professional guys.
then when when we did get to my work titus opened up by saying that, i knocked it out of the park. he said and i quote, "you got to the heart of this exercise and then ripped it out and ate it."

for the rest of core i worked on some paintings based on those two, and they pretty much left me alone, like that same old art teacher thing, leave the person who is actually doing something to their own devices and let them figure it out. i stayed late painting and rocking out until after everyone else left. then people for the next class started showing up, and i have that class too so i just hung out till pun intended stared. there was a pretty harsh crit and everybody seemed like they got torn apart, jason had us rank all the pieces from best to least best. he said that my piece was not about what i said it was about and was rather about me making my piece. not that that was such a bad thing, its very post modern in facet, in fact post modernism is the way of the future. so yeah i don't really want to work on that piece for next week, so ive got something else in mind that will blow your brain. i don't feel like blogging any more.