WEEK 7: Sea Glass

Glass is fragile.  I have accidentally broken more of it than I can remember.  Jagged pieces discarded and forgotten. Glass distorts and reflects.  It bends reality like dreams bend consciousness with mysterious and sometimes haunting effects. Glass is transparent.  I know it has mass but I can see inside it and through it. Glass is…

WEEK 6: Gray Area

  Diving in to project 6, “Monochromatic Still Life Studies,” I wondered why anyone would want to approach painting with such limitation.  As an artist who tends to throw a lot of color around, it seemed counterintuitive to me.  On top of that, I sat in an area of the classroom where the still life…

WEEK 5: First World Problems

Four days before class: I grip the X-Acto knife and slice deliberately into a piece of cardboard.  I’m making a viewfinder.  I don’t know what size window to cut so, with a strong need to be prepared, I make two different sizes.  I am mildly aggravated at the lack of clear sizing and color instructions. …

Present, Not Perfect: Eulogy and Letter to My Dad

Here is what I know:  On September 20, 2014, after struggling with ever-worsening pain and addiction, my dad took his own life. Here is what I don’t know:  Why he thought this was the only solution. The following eulogy, written by me, was graciously delivered by Rev. Carl Gnewuch during my dad’s memorial service at Prince of…

WEEK 4: Me v.3

“I also had to learn that losing myself in my work was not dangerous.”   ~from Virginia Valian’s essay ‘Learning to Work’ We jumped into class with our weekly critique.  The task was to post a couple versions of last week’s 10-minute still life studies on the wall, offer quick comments on what we liked…

WEEK 3: All That I Leave Behind

I never had children.  The choice was deliberate.  I am too needy. I need long periods of deep introspection.  I need to rebel.  I need to meditate for an hour a day.  I need to quit my job for idealistic reasons with nothing else lined up (yep, I’ve done it twice).  I need to jump…

WEEK 1: First Day of School Jitters

  A blank page.  What countless people wish for. What I wished for. I got my wish. And then I stared into the bright white future and I froze. As a 42 year-old accounting and finance professional, I found myself divorced, liberated from a dysfunctional marriage, devoid of most of my belongings and starting over…