i have been dragging my feet on grading these midterms because i despise grading.
it's taken me pulling my own teeth to get me down to this basement.
but now that i'm here, i'm just like, waaaaait a minute.
i do you know what i love?
i love figure drawing.
and do you know what else i love?
and do you know what else i love?
GUESS WHAT I GET TO DO.
i get to teach figure drawing to people.
i get to inspire others and show them how to do one of the most difficult and complicated and foundational processes of art -- and i get to be the one to believe in them. i get to be the one to say, hey. you can do this. and here's how. and that's pretty freaking rad.
these next/last few days (weeks? months? time eludes me...) have been really crazy.
and then i wonder, has there been a time in my life i haven't claimed that?
and under my jaunty smile,
i frown a little.
is that okay?
i don't know.
i was thinking about it just now as i'm late to sit in on another professor's figure drawing class
(have i told this blog that i'm teaching figure drawing this semester at my old university?)
and i was like...wow. i need to switch roles a lot faster these days.
well, switch mindsets.
yesterday i needed to be a full-time daughter. that isn't required often of my gracious mother but yesterday it needed to happen. and i'm grateful things are okay.
but today i'm a little stressed about beginning the anatomy unit in my figure drawing class. and my students' midterms are today. so today: full-time instructor. focus on that all day. til after class when i have another commitment.
and then tomorrow, full-time instructor as i figure out how i'm going to teach the provo art club head drawing.
and grade my students' midterms.
and tomorrow night, i'll be a recipient of someone else's art. a concert attendee. hopefully. and hopefully that'll fill my well a bit....and won't leave me too sad.
the next day? art instructor again. to teach the art club.
and after that: photographer. photoshoot. stoked about that. but a tad rusty. hoping that the photoshoot i did a few weeks ago will energize that.
and after that: another social commitment.
and then monday: work on graphic design project. in fact, all week: toggle between roles of graphic designer for two graphic design projects and figure drawing instructor for again--hardest subject to simplify: anatomy.
all of this, tring to clear my schedule so that i can be an "artist" -- the painting and drawing kind, since i have the privilege of being in the beehive bazaar and 75% of my stock needs to be original artwork ready to sell. most of which i have yet to create.
and um...i have carpal tunnel and tendinitis in both wrists. so i have to make sure i don't overdo it.
and i'd really like to do music again. that's pulling at me. there's an opportunity to perform a little thing on march 21 (the same day i substitute teach a 6-hour long figure drawing class).
also there are social things i flit between too.
that's normal, right?
i'm feeling very incapable of being normal sometimes.
such a beautiful concept that somehow always eludes me.
so it's sort of like i switch between things, especially in the artistic sense so fast: artist/art instructor/different kind of art instructor/graphic designer/photographer/back to designer.....and i'm just thinking: perhaps i need to just start to consider myself as a "creator". with different mediums. would that simplify the thought process?
hey. i'm kristin.
i create things.
some days with charcoal, some days with nupastel, others with paint....
yeah. that sounds good.
so this week, up on the dock, starting today it goes like this:
i w i l l c r e a t e w i t h :
thursday-- food (breakfast), written words (this post), conte (practice), the copy machine (lessonplan), energy / spoken words / conte (my classroom)
saturday-- spoken words / conte, colored pencils, (art club lesson), camera (photoshoot)
monday-- lightroom (photo editing), adobe suite (junta project), adobe suite (bom zine project), etc etc....
see, even that is way more complicated than it needs to be. and this post went on a free ramble way longer than i originally intended. and i'm not even gonna go back up and read it before i publish. bad idea? probably. but hey, at least it's something.