Saturday, September 10, 2005
I know the wedding is long gone, I just want to show everyone this picture. It's me riding in the trunk of Leslie's SUV, babysitting her wedding cake, made lovingly by her sister and maid-of-honour. aww...isn't it nice, whith the pink and the hayacinth flowers on top? aww...
this is the image I would get framed if it was my wedding.....or put on my thankyou cards....of wich, for the amount I have already gotten from leslie, for various things, plus invitations for various things, I would assume there is a lot of card-making that needs to be done to be a bride. not that I am goning to be a bride any time soon.
school takes up too much time. In fact, at the orientation, the dean essentially told us not to bother planning any personal events, such as childbirth, he said, "uh, don't get pregnant, whatever you do...if you're already pregnant, well, you should drop out". he said it humerously, but really, he was serious. it's nothing I haven't already experienced, the workload that its....it's a whole lot of reading, but the readings are written in english, not artspeak. for those of you that don't know what artspeak is, it's a pretentious jargon-laden way of writing down vauge, theoretical, ego-stroking notions that you have to read 6 times with a dictionary beside you, before you can move on to the next sentence. you also have to know everything about philosophy and psycology before you go to art school...and history, and feminisim. I aboslutely abhored doing readings in art school....even on subjects that I was interested in, that stupid Clement Greenberg and his repugnant cronies ruined every academic class for me. obviously the art critique scenesters aren't socialists. education and knowledge are not available to the masses. they seem to only want the ultra-elite intellecual snob to read their writing, which one of my teachers admitted was true. I consider myself to be a well read, intelligent person, but it's a blow to your ego when you realise that there's something seriously mediocher about you. ehrn your teacher looks at you like you are Cleatis the Slack-Jawed Yokel. I blame it on my ADD distracting me every ten minutes from a repetive task (like reading something dry). My personal opinion on artspeak is that it was invented by art critics as a way to make modern art sound usefull and elite, to make it a cartesian, cerebral persuit so the po' people would think that is was something special they were giving their tax money to, when art isn't really providing them whith any service exept something for the priviged and educated to talk about. NOW don't get me wrong. I like talking about art or, I wouldn't be here at all. poor people like art too, and the culturally elite, can keep on writing art theory papers, but I don't want to read them, I don't want to have to talk about my psycologically adolecent artwork using art speak. people that like to read the stuff, I have no problem with them either. I'm just ranting. an I think I might be partially socialist. maybe that's what lead me to become a teacher. You know what? all the kids in my group at school, they feel the same way about clement greenberg. think about that. they want to bring art to cleatis.
when I teach high school art, I am going to make sure my students have a basic understanding of art history before they graduate, because I sure didn't. and I won't make them read art theory unless they want to or are interested in going on to art school. I suppose I should touch on philosophy too. you can explain basic theorys about these things to any kid, and they can go through life knowing that freud said such and such and Descart said this other thing, maybe we'll read those Kant for Dummies, A beginners guide to Marx, and not feel like cleatis the slack-jawed yokel. then, if they want to, they can read the real thing. and I'll be proud.