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Australian National University, School Of Art have been conducting their interviews for entry next year these past few days. Me, along with about 150 late teens/ early 20s all anxious, lined up with porfolios and artworks in hand ready to sell ourselves to the panel of judges at the drop of a hat. Small talk was few and far between:
"what got you into painting?"
-"I needed money to feed my adopted child"
The day consisted of interviews, for whatever area of art we aimed for, and drawing. Four rooms were set up for drawing, so we could further present our work later. Two of these rooms were for still life.
Probably the stillest of all life, without actually being dead. That's an effort. S'

ecially with thin crushable charcoal. There was a white box with a paper skull and musical instuments randomly arranged with a draped 60's curtain over one corner, completed with a crutch. In the other room, a pregnant pot with a wheel barrow and a road-work witch's hat next to empty bottles. Composition and relation between each peice was absent. Cor, it was mean. They really wanted to push us there- extra test. And they got away with it too, being "contemporary" and "post modernism".
The other two classes, were for life drawing. Now that was fun- you've just got to remember; if you're uncomfortable, the model is uncomfortable.
Gotta say though, the male model had a damn fine set of...
..shoulders.
Ahem. That aside, I has three interviewzies. Painting, Photomedia, then '

rintmaking and drawing'. Only because i screwed up my application online. Photomedia was never suppose to be in there- that's film, audio art, photos and digital drawing stuff. There i was waltzing in with a completely traditional portfolio, with charcoal all around my neck and a black handprint on my face.
I may have well as just walked in and done it for kicks "Wassup?!! How YOU doin?!"
"Any questions Sarah?"
damn nearly asked "What does this corse atually do?"
don't. tick. the. wrong. box.
bad bad bad bad bad bad bad mistake
And now, I wait for judgement day- will i get in for painting and/or drawing and be on an endorphine high for the rest of my life? Or will i gain five pounds from chocolate and sulking and not leave the house?
Guess we'll know in one and a half months
TIDDLE.
TIDDLE.
BING.
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Have a goog big work Sarah. I believe will be much beautiful one.
I now am painting too, and collaborate with a television on art program.
Bye bye,
Mario
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