The effects of prolonged artistry

It's the night before judging.

I've exhausted all of my resources...

This extreme work-a-holicism has depleted me physically as well as mentally... it has even taken the electricity out of my hair.  Either that, or the crazy just seeped back down into my head.

But at any rate, I'm rather proud of my accomplishments (even though I still have much to do!! SO MUCH!). It's exhausting and I'm sick of it, but at the same time it's kind of addicting, just watching something so big, so beyond yourself even, unfold so quickly before your eyes.  I'm left wondering just how have I done all of this?

Artist statement that I posted most recently is the final.  It has the green light from my advisor and quite honestly, I have no comprehension of what's good/bad right now so I'll take his word for it.  Oh, and I officially decided on the title for the whole thing, it's going to be....

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Isolation Sensation

I had to decide upon something that reflected the solitary experience of the thing, but not make it sound cliche, alien (as in green alien man), horror-movie esque, or too somber, because it really isn't... at all (surprisingly).  I also had to choose something that reflected me as an artist.  I'm a little over the top for lack of a better word... I just don't mean that in the, "you went too far...." sense.

So there you have it.  I am so hitting a pub tonight.

Ugh, Frustrated...

So when I originally wrote that artist statement that I posted I thought, "eh, a few tweeks... other than that, I'm happy with it."
Then I sent it to my BFA advisor and he was like, "Nope.  Too long.  Too wordy.  Take another stab at it."  Okay, so I'm paraphrasing, but still.  I'm not mad about that at all, just frustrated.  So I wrote it again.  Feeling much better about it, and now I'm back to feeling like I don't like it at all now.  I just don't know.  Maybe I'm just too tired to comprehend how I feel about anything right now.

Here it is: (The title of my piece is officially "Four Walls" now btw)

             Four walls and one entrance.  Many spaces we inhabit share this same basic layout.  Lights, music, recognizable imagery, and familiar objects are also staples to our everyday experiences; however, when these elements are rearranged, only if slightly, our perceptions can change drastically.

            Everything inside is painted and made of common artists’ materials as well as found objects.  These materials are formed or used in unconventional ways, creating something still recognizable, but perhaps something we didn’t originally intend canvas, foam, thread, paint, or teacups to be.        

            Some aspects to life are inexplicable and undefined.  Two plus two may not always equal four and in those instances we do our best to fill in the gaps, making sense by drawing upon what we know and understand.  In the end, my hope is that viewers form their own narrative or perhaps a mere curious conclusion possibly having the effect of self-reflection and reexamination of one’s own expectations for the world around them.

Dance Like Me

So, I found someone who dances like me...