Let me seeeeeeeee... okay, so yeah, trimester 1 is in the bag, and some of my art is in another type of bag as well: A TRASH BAG! This trimester consisted of a variation of 2nd-rate and 1st-class pieces. Though I found myself becoming incredibly creative and venturing WAY off the beaten path... WAAAAAAAAY off the beaten path. A technique (though debatable in terms of originality) that I adopted this year, and towards the end of last year, is to do google image searches on basic art terms, and flip through 10s and 100s of the result pages. I was overwhelmed with the richness and unique ideas that begin to brew during the stirring of this pot of images. To cotinue with the analogy, whenever I found the right balance of ingredients within this image soup (the elements and principles of design) I would dip my ladel in and have a taste of it... resulting in an art project. Sometimes it sparked artistic brilliance, the fine dining experience -- color me 'Drew' & Mr. AZ -- and equally produced some sour tasting flops of a dish -- Saosin & Cuddy Buddy. Also, some of you may remember when I COMPLETELY lost even how to hold a spoon and spilt the soup all over the floor... there was a week in which my chef skills (drawing abilities) had just got up and walked out on me. Fortunately they missed me and returned just in time to save my artistc career. My skills seem to continually dust the rust of my pots and pans and put my resteraunt back on track to a 5 star rating (well hopefully a 6 actually... AP grading, blaaaaaagh). Wow, I will be probably get criticized for my horrifically extended metaphor I've got going... but they will be banned from my food joint forever, so HA!
Sincerely,
Your master chef in training,
-- Misour Drew
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