So I went on a college visit today, kinda get the feel for the school. It's definately different from what I'm accustomed to, and I think that's a good thing. I'm not really thrilled with all the religious symbols floating about, but I can pretty well ignore them I think.
Has anyone ever walked into an art studio? There's no better smell. My grandmother had a gallery/studio downtown before she was screwed over by the building owner. When I was little I used to spend the summer with her there, and I'd get to meet the artists that came through and hung their work. I remember sitting there puzzled at an early age while a man hung a painting of a campbell's soup can on the wall. and a giant painting of pete rose done four times over in different colors.
He was a friend of grandma's, his name was Andy, but the artist I always remembered was named Tom Bacher, he was a chemist in addition to being an artist, and he mixed his own paints. He painted these absolutely vivid landscapes of sunsets, and when you turned out the lights, they glowed. but that wasn't the coolest part...the coolest part was each color was mixed a certain way so that it was time lapse. So each sunset actually looked like a sunset, from dusk until the sun passed the horizon. I used to sit in the room they had devoted to him for hours turning the lights on and off to watch them.
I've ben raised around art all my life. When I lived in New Jersey my mother used to take me with her when she went into the studio to do intaglio etchings. I think I was three. they were some of my earliest memories, being at William Patterson College in New Jersey, and watching mom work with that giant press.
There's a scent to these places that lingers in the air. paint on canvas, sculpture, and when I walked into the studio today, it smelled like home. Like I remembered it from the print studio in Jersey, or the West of Soho Gallery downtown.
It just feels right.
It's going to be another two years of my life to get what I want, but by god it'll be worth it.
Has anyone ever walked into an art studio? There's no better smell. My grandmother had a gallery/studio downtown before she was screwed over by the building owner. When I was little I used to spend the summer with her there, and I'd get to meet the artists that came through and hung their work. I remember sitting there puzzled at an early age while a man hung a painting of a campbell's soup can on the wall. and a giant painting of pete rose done four times over in different colors.
He was a friend of grandma's, his name was Andy, but the artist I always remembered was named Tom Bacher, he was a chemist in addition to being an artist, and he mixed his own paints. He painted these absolutely vivid landscapes of sunsets, and when you turned out the lights, they glowed. but that wasn't the coolest part...the coolest part was each color was mixed a certain way so that it was time lapse. So each sunset actually looked like a sunset, from dusk until the sun passed the horizon. I used to sit in the room they had devoted to him for hours turning the lights on and off to watch them.
I've ben raised around art all my life. When I lived in New Jersey my mother used to take me with her when she went into the studio to do intaglio etchings. I think I was three. they were some of my earliest memories, being at William Patterson College in New Jersey, and watching mom work with that giant press.
There's a scent to these places that lingers in the air. paint on canvas, sculpture, and when I walked into the studio today, it smelled like home. Like I remembered it from the print studio in Jersey, or the West of Soho Gallery downtown.
It just feels right.
It's going to be another two years of my life to get what I want, but by god it'll be worth it.
Good luck in school, which one are you going to? Xavier?