Well, the first two weeks of the school year are under my belt and I’ve been at my job for almost a month. My life, lately, is all about outgrowing old paradigms and moving tentatively into new ones. Fittingly, I have been using my last full-time semester to explore new mediums and artistic expressions.
For the first time in a long time I am pursuing a latent passion for writing. I used to always think of stories in my head but never pursued any of them. Now, in the safety and structure of a classroom setting, I am being urged along in this new/old endeavor. While I am very used to writing non-fiction and business correspondence, creative writing is unfamiliar territory. I am taking three writing classes: creative writing, screenwriting, and play-writing. It is hard to say which one I like the best, but I would say that I like my screenwriting professor’s approach the best. Rather than focusing on the rules, she is encouraging us to allow our screenplay to emerge from our subconscious, organically. It is very reminiscent of The Artist’s Way, which helped me tremendously as a new art student.
My other two classes also have a lot to offer. My play-writing class is online, so much of it is reading examples of great plays and doing the assignments. For our first writing assignment, we had to write a one-person dialogue: a lonely, single character speaking on someone’s answering machine – someone who they had just met at a club, went home, and called. In the course of 5 messages, the person is supposed to express joy at meeting the person and then “break up” with the person all in the span of these 5 back-to-back messages, with the answering machine cutting them off each time. If you have seen the movie, Swingers, it’s kind of like that pathetic scene with the main character.
Anyway, here’s mine…
Message 1: Hey, Dennis, it’s me! …I was going to wait until tomorrow to call you but –what the hell! It was awesome meeting you tonight! I thought we had a real connection. I’m assuming you thought so too, which is why you gave me your number. …Anyways… like I said, it was great meeting you, handsome, so call me, O.K.? Whenever you get the message… I’m usually up pretty late. Well, what am I saying? It’s already late! Anyways, c- [BEEP! Machine cuts off]
Message 2: Hey, Dennis, let me try this again! I realized I just said “It’s me”, like we’re old friends or something. Ha, ha! You might not even remember my name. (It’s Tania, by the way-ha!). Maybe you do this all the time, though – give out your number to strange women at discos. Not that I’m a strange woman. I’m just saying. Although, my mother might disagree with that… But anyways, that’s not why I called back. I told you to call me but I totally forgot to give you my number. It’s [BEEP!].
Message 3: Um, hey! It’s me. Tania. Surprise! What’s with your machine? I think it’s trying to shut me up! My mother’s always doing that. “Shut your pie-hole”, she says! Anyways, I forgot to give you my number, so here it is: 310-647-8296. I guess I just assumed you had it before, but you didn’t… Nope, I had to call you… My mom is like that. It’s always ME making the effort to accommodate her, making sure she’s happy. She’s really selfish, I think. Selfish and kind of mean. In fact, my going to that disco tonight was all HER idea. She [BEEP!]
Message 4: Look, Dennis. I don’t know what kind of games you’re used to playing. But I don’t deserve this. It’s always ME making the effort. Calling and calling and you didn’t even ask for my number. No, you gave me yours. You thought you could sit back and make me do all the work. I’ll bet that’s the kind of husband you’d be anyways. It would be you – out all night with your friends, stumbling in late – expecting me to have dinner ready. Well, I don’t think so. You got me all wrong if you think that’s what I’m looking for. What kind of man are you anyw—[BEEP!]
Message 5: Alright, Dennis. That was your last chance. Obviously this relationship is toxic. Obviously you’re not willing to make an effort here. You think the world owes you something because you’re some pretty boy. You don’t care about me. All you care about is yourself. You don’t even appreciate what we had. You’re walking around with blinders on. Stuck-up, pretty-boy-blinders!! Well, let me tell you something, pretty boy, you’re NOT all that! In fact, you’re probably the ugliest, most selfish son-of-a-bitch I’ve ever met. So, never call me again, you hear? It’s over. You understand? O-V-E- [BEEP!]
So, I am also exploring the new media of watercolor painting and printmaking. I am definitely a fish out of water, but I’m doing fairly well considering my lack of experience. The watercolor paintings aren’t paintings at all yet, just exercises to get us familiar with the medium. My oil painting series on the Wiccan wheel of the year is coming along slowly due to time constraints and such, but I will definitely get it done!.
The rest of my time is spent dealing with my painful living situation and trying to figure a way out. My goal is to move to Northern California by the end of the year. (I am including some inspirational shots of the Bay area in my photos this week). What I am learning with every day that goes by is to be more and more emotionally self-reliant and maintain a certain level of calmness at my core, no matter what happens. We can never use other people or circumstances as an excuse to not accomplish what we were put on this earth to do. The roadblocks only make the journey more interesting – and give us an unlimited supply of material for our art!!!
Have a great and peaceful week and…follow your bliss….
first-day watercolor painting exercise
first-day watercolor painting class exercise
work in progress. painting of Mabon, the pagan celebration of the 2nd harvest. This is just the underpainting…
inspirational photo of the Bay area
Inspirational picture of Haight and Ashbury. Can’t wait to see it in person.
Old town Oakland – it’s just sitting there waiting for me…
San Jose Museum of Art. I love me some museums…
Clothing store at The Haight. I’ve got to take a look someday soon!