if nothing else, believe in art

in my painting class we had an assignment to paint a landscape.

after two-ish days of painting, i decided i'd do a project and take a picture of my progress each day.

so here it is.  my landscape from (almost) beginning to end.

i learned a lot.
like how to paint a sky.
and that comments about bob ross will always be humorous.
i'm pretty sure at least one person in class said "happy little trees" every day.

(because i love art.)

(and also this post needed a title)

happy november

song of the month
because i'm very clever.

my month thus far:

excellent new penguin socks.

painting while trying to write a blog post.

and thinking about last year.

because my university is most likely going to tear down my old dorm building in the very near future.

all the students currently living there have until sunday to move out.

my friends are homeless.

C2 won't exist anymore.  the place that holds so many of my memories won't exist anymore.

dear friends, i hope all works out for you, and that you find places to live.

love, jane.

sometimes...

i go to painting class, think about france, and paint skulls like a pro.

painting class no longer makes me want to cry.

the end.

a random happy list

in no particular order:

4 new books

the best roommates ever

mac and cheese

this one boy

tunes

dr. horrible's sing-along blog

patches (my puppy)

my uber gorgeous sisters

my awesome male sibling

france class

cute movies

ludo

institute
excellent socks
missionaries
drawing
france
secret identities.
the big bang theory



the end.

maybe this is silly.

today.
i was in desperate need of a smile, and there was not one to be found.
digital imaging is not my cup of tea, and all i learned from painting class today was that i can't mix colors worth anything. so here i am, doubting my skill as an artist even further, and i get a text from a member of the bishopric wanting to meet with me.
i knew i was going to get a church calling meant to teach me a lesson (this one actually didn't turn out to be terrible, thank goodness.)
and the worst of it... the roommate problems that i never expected.
all this equals jane is a mess.


but then there's this boy.  and he is okay with me being an emotional train wreck sometimes.  and he has me over for dinner.  and we go for a drive.  and we watch the office.  he is great.

oh, and then i log in to post this, and notice that i have 2 followers now.  2!
this is definitely silly of me to get so excited about this.  but it made my day better.
dear bellah, you get the "i made jane smile" award.
have a lovely day.

lies and deceit.

i posted a post earlier about french table fitting into my schedule perfectly.
it no longer does.

but i had a pretty excellent day regardless.
starting with, you know, just moving some priceless art into a gallery this morning.
and ending with a splendid date with a boy i fancy.
i love life.

perpetual perpetual hunger.

i have been using "perpetual hunger" as a synonym for "college"

i now realize i will be in college until i am 85

so now i have perpetual perpetual hunger.

and all i will be doing for all those years is reading.

reading textbooks.

probably this delightful book will come in handy.

this one will never get old. promise.

jane eyre. jane eyre. jane eyre.

i love jane eyre.

and today i added my second copy of this to my collection.

unabridged, of course.

i love my book collection.  it will be my best friend during my perpetual perpetual hunger.

yay for being literate.

yay for deciding i want my master's degree.

the earth without "art" is just "eh."

i am an artist and i always have been, ever since i could hold a crayon.

i'm studying painting, drawing, and printmaking with a minor in museum studies.
the goal is to someday work in a museum, where i can be surrounded by art and talk about art all day. and then go home and make art.

my future house needs an art studio, a room that can be as messy as it needs to be, where i can throw paint or paint on the walls or floor if a canvas just isn't tickling my fancy.

i love having paint or pencil smeared on my hands.
i love color.
making art gives me a chance to be alone with my thoughts;
to make sense of the world.

if you flip through my sketchbook, you will find chalk scribbles and fancy freehand pen drawings. you will find quotes and words that inspire me. you will find quick sketches i've tucked away to finish another day. you will find my life in pictures.

lately i have been what i call art-starving.
i haven't made art in far too long, and all summer, i've been worried.
actually, i've been worried since the day i decided to pursue the study of art.

what if i'm not cut out for this?







what if i'm only mediocre?

then today i found this:

it made me feel better.

because sometimes i am scared to death.  it's terrifying to present your work to a professor.  as helpful as critiques are, there's always the chance that someone is going to rip apart a piece you've put your heart into.  when i make art, it's for a reason.  it means something to me.  but sometimes it's just for me. what do i say when asked to explain one of those pieces?

art is scary.

art is wonderful.

art is life.

 i'll leave you with a little drawing i found in my sketchbook the other day.
it made me happy:)

this post was the cheese, and for that, i apologize.

i've realized that i am quite the overdramatic child.

but that's okay.