throwback thursday

 

I thought it would be fun to reminisce today- it's gonna get a little photo heavy. I have been creative my entire life. One of my first creative memories is from early childhood. I was about 5. I went with my mom to the grocery store and I came home with a brand new turquoise Mead spiral and a fresh pack of Crayola markers. I proceeded to lay in the living room and scribble on every single page while watching Pete and Pete. 

In junior high and high school I took all the art classes that were offered. Drawing, painting, ceramics, crafts, you name it. When it was time for college, it seemed like a no-brainer that I would continue doing art. I decided that an art major probably wasn't going to get me very far in life job-wise, so I majored in psychology and minored in art. I was really interested in becoming an art therapist, so this combination would be beneficial for grad school and a career as well as provide some fun! 

I absolutely loved being an art minor. It was so fun. It was a lot of work too, though. Studio art classes are typically much longer than a regular class, so you get 3 credits for the course when you actually spend at least 6 hours/week in the studio and then another several hours working during non-class hours. There were days when I didn't want to draw for 3 hours in an icy cold studio, but I look back now with only positive memories and remember all the fun I had and all the really cool people I took class with. 

Here are some #tbt photos from my college art days.

Sculpture was by far the most terrifying class I took. We used a ton of tools that could definitely kill you. Here, my professor and his grad students are pouring bronze into a bunch of moulds we made. I still have my sculpture from this bronze casting and it weighs a freaking ton! 

Our final exam critique in sculpture. We had this great gallery that we used for all of our final critiques. You can see my various sculptures on the front table in this photo.

Same gallery, different class critique. These drawings/paintings were for my intermediate drawing class. I still love to draw and paint from nature today! 

Same gallery again. I believe this was a mid-term crit for my advanced drawing class. We put up just about every drawing we had done that semester, so the walls were completely covered for the crit. I'll always remember 2 things from this crit: how the professor told me that the pond in one of my drawings looked like a baked potato (hahaha not a compliment, but we all laughed because it was 100% true) and how my drawings were seductive- I have a very, very light hand, so you have to get up close and personal with my drawings. He loved that. My beginning drawing prof hated it. Which just goes to show you how subjective art is! 

Yes, there really are nude models in drawing classes! Everyone always thinks that's a joke, but it's real. One time my roommate and I ran into one of the drawing models on the Katy Trail...she couldn't stop laughing when I told her that he and I spotted each other. Anyway, we had this particular model for tons of our advanced drawing sessions and she was always so great to work with. This was one of my favorite assignments- we could only use straight lines. 

My painting station in the painting studio. The prof in this class was so laid back and the coolest. I loved her class so much. I wish I had taken more painting in college, but alas, drawing was my emphasis (we could choose only one emphasis). 

A favorite painting project. We made collages and then painted them. I listened to A TON of Lisa Hannigan while painting this one, so much so that when I look at it today, I can totally hear her first album in my head. 

Ah, yes, my advanced drawing professor, Barnaby Fitzgerald. One week, instead of drawing, each of us took turns teaching the class something. My friend Katie taught us a little French and to help us, she stuck post-it notes on Barnaby and sang "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes" in French. It was memorable for sure! 

Getting ready for a crit in advanced drawing. We each had a seashell and black oil paint. We could paint the shell however we wanted- some people did close up, some people did the entire shell. Every single painting was beautiful. 

My seashell painting. A fellow classmate loved it so much that she wanted to trade art with me- that's a HUGE compliment! We did make the trade and now I have her gorgeous painting. 

What my hands (and clothes, and sometimes even my face) looked like pretty much all of college. 

Another favorite assignment in advanced drawing! Can you tell advanced drawing was my favorite class? By the time you get to advanced, you've had classes with so many of the same people that it's like a little family, so it's really fun. Plus, Barnaby was hilarious and it was never a dull moment with him. In this assignment, we used a projector to make a silhouette of the skeleton on our paper. We each put the skeleton in various positions until we found one we liked, so everyone's drawing turned out completely different. 

I snuck into the studio one day to take some photos before I graduated. This studio was a part of my life for sooooo many hours of college. I can still remember the smell of all the years of charcoal and graphite, and also how my fingers always froze because it was so cold in there! 

Well, that was a fun walk down memory lane! I totally want to go hang out in the studio after that. Studio art classes were my favorite because the classes typically had 8-12 students so we all got to know each other pretty well. One of my favorite memories from that time is from my sculpture class. In college, I baked cookies and cakes and whatnot all of the time. I called it procrastibaking- I baked as a way to procrastinate studying for exams. One fall semester, I found this amazing pumpkin bread recipe and I baked a loaf for my sculpture class. We put the bread on the table and all stared longingly at it, just waiting for a break so we could have a snack. We drove David, the prof, crazy- "Daviiiiid, can we have pumpkin bread now?" "David, I'm hungry!" "David, PLEASE can we take a pumpkin bread break?" On and on. We sounded like 5 year olds. Finally, David snapped and was like, "OMG YES FOR 5 MINUTES YOU CAN STOP AND EAT PUMPKIN BREAD AND THEN GET STRAIGHT BACK TO WORK". He wasn't mean at all, but we totally annoyed him that day bwahahahaha! 

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