wew wew school

haven't felt so much like a college student in a while, till this afternoon, hugging a paper bag of books walking down state street. had my first liberal arts class for this semester this morning, and it's weird to go to art school and forget what normal classes are like, and i kinda miss it. we had a really good introductory class, addressing the question that we would be dealing with the rest of the semester, questioning where does poetry come from, since it doesnt seem to come from the poet himself? we read one of plato's dialogues, between socrates and ion. socrates posed the metaphor of a magnetized metal, and how it attracts these iron rings, and passes on its 'power' and how a muse would be the magnet, and the iron rings would be the poet, and then the ring after would be the rhapsode (ion). and it talked about too, how like a literary piece could only be written if someone is separated from their intellect, to be in some sort of a subconscious or trance state.

i don't really know what i feel about it yet. poems do have these weird ways of coming really suddenly at times, and i don't really know where they come from - inspiration perhaps? but where does this inspiration originate from? hm. i'm pretty excited about the class. and am attempting to actually keep up with the readings. last semester's liberal arts classes were very chill, i don't think i did more than 2 or 3 readings. but i also didn't get the most i could have out of those. hopefully this semester will be better.

i bumped into page while i was at sharp and we got lunch together. it was nice catching up with her, about break, about our goals for the semester. it's so easy to do life on your own (easy not as in it's a breeze to get through but it's not difficult to get just caught up in the motions you don't really need to stop and talk to anyone other than to get things done) and be busy, but it's also so much more enjoyable to be able to sit down next to someone and talk, and process, and share. somehow accountability makes a difference, just sharing with someone something, saying something out loud, makes it much more real than having the idea just floating about in your head. people make me feel really glad to be back amidst the struggle and reluctance. 

i spent the next hour and a half stretching paper for class on thursday. it's amazing. do you know you can wet paper without it crumpling up and drying in this weird crumply ugly shape (when you want it to stay flat). it's crazy and amazing and it only takes a bit of water and water adhesive tape and a hard board. i also got this new paint that i haven't used before - casein it's called, and it's milk based according to my teacher. it smells very good. aha. it feels nice to be genuinely excited about art and weird processes that wouldn't make sense to people who don't do it (not in an elitist way but in a way that we each have our own thing we do and know about it) and be able to geek out with other people who get excited about them too and it's just all very exciting.

i managed to get into a fibers screenprinting class with liz ensz, my intro to fibers teacher that i really wanted to get in, which is tomorrow. wew wew. wew. 

i hope you are well