Monet vs. Pollock

started art history II this morning. it was a good class despite the i-think-i-know-everything-even-though-i've-never-taken-art-history-before-and-i-answer-rhetorical-questions-and-interrupt-lectures girl that sits behind me. yes, there is a difference between Monet and Seurat. and Monet and Pollock. i should really stop being an art snob but i can't stand people who think they know everything when they don't and interrupt when my professor asks me to explain the insanely obvious difference between Monet and Pollock.

and i leave you with a little bit of those two great artists while i pack up my materials for Matsuda's drawing class tomorrow.

carry on, with hope

i'm waiting. waiting for spring. waiting for creativity to strike. waiting for luck. waiting for a my hands create what my mind sees.

the spring semester starts back up in a few days, and i can't wait to get back into the classroom. 5 courses is going to be a lot of work, but i'm ready. my applications for the fall are hopefully getting out soon, if i can finish my damn essays. i love to write, but writing about myself and my ambitions is daunting. how can i sum up who i am and where i want to go in one little paper? i think i need a looong date with a vanilla chai at the coffee shop to help me think.

someone is always waiting.