Rin: The Beginnings of Art Bootcamp

Oh man, I've been in school for about three weeks and I can tell it's going to be one long, grueling year. Long story short I'm Rin and I attend a New England art school. Considering the dirth of them, I can bet half my wallet that you could figure out which school in the next one or two of my posts if you know anything about art schools.

School right now has been an onslaught of studio days, homework, and sweet liberals where you can actually rest. Hopefully I'll be able to upload examples of work in the near future! Unfortunately, because of my schedule I might miss a posting day. Cross my fingers I don't.

First Aid Crises

For some reason I've been incredibly clumsy. Accidents range from: falling of the bed and skinning myself, stabbing my hand with wire from a sculpture while trying to sit down, leaning too far in my chair and toppling, spilling a full cup of tea on my roommate's 60'' x 40'' homework assignment (it was only a little bit, but we did spend some stressful fifteen minutes afterwards cleaning when we could be working late into the night).

The first one, dumbly enough, happened when my pillow fell from my bed and I tried to reach for it. My bed is lofted a good three feet in the air. I could see the ground rise closer as the bedsheet under me slid from the bed. I knew it was futile to grab the chair (which would later fall, too) and expressed it with one long "fuuuuu-" all the way down. It made for a good story and a battle scar on my chin.

Workload

Half of the workload depends on which set of teachers you got and the other half depends on whether or not you don't sleep. Just kidding, it's possible to juggle a social life, sleep, and work if you do intense crunch times on the weekends and liberal arts days. One of the students I know does one insane working session from Friday after class to Saturday evening and then clubs until the wee hours of the morning. Well, the caveat is that her teachers are from the saner side of our professor roulette. My roommate had the fantasically sour luck of having two insane teachers, one a bit more that the other. Giving cryptic advice and enormous workloads is just the tip of the iceberg when they have no mercy during critique sessions. Her drawing teacher literally said, "We don't have enough time to talk about everything so we'll only go over what's wrong." Some of the assignments include the before mentioned 60'' x 40'' contour drawing of an organic texture in charcoal. And by contour drawing I mean each line is a deliberate stroke and do that for the next seven hours on a piece of paper that may be taller than you.

Unfortunately, I'll have to stop this one here. It's a pity that my hello is cut short but homework calls! I just realized I should have explained how my not run-of-the-mill school works first given the unusual teaching style, but I guess that's my topic for next time.