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Truthfully, dear Jason, I have a hard time with this blog. I can't really get in to it so much.

I'll try harder in the next three weeks. God forbid I take this course again. No offense.

I can post pictures though!

Bonnaroo Fever.

The Beastie Boys. Taken from the pit. It's blurry because I was so fucking excited. ENCORE WAS AS FOLLOWS: INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY, THREE MC'S AND ONE DJ, HEART ATTACK MAN, AND MOTHERFUCKING SABOTAGE.

Taken as I was walking back from the campgrounds to the soundtrack of Bruce Springsteen playing his set up ahead.

My best friend Katy with the Which Stage in the background. This was ten minutes before Gomez kickstarted our beautiful weekend.

The super-magical-at-the-time hot air balloon beside the Planet Roo marker; Snoop Dogg performing while Katy and I somehow managed to wrangle our way into the rafters.

I am posting this because my family just pitched in to get my 2010 Bonnaroo ticket for an early birthday present, and the line-up for this year was released yesterday. Acts I am so looking forward to: Weezer, The Black Keys, The Dead Weather, Steve Martin, John Fogerty, Regina Spektor, Stevie Wonder, The Melvins, Les Claypool, Jay-Z, Tenacious D, and Against Me!

I am so excited. Only 19 more weeks. Ah, that is too far away.

On another note....my thoughts on drawing this week:

1.I cannot stay focused during class.

2. My drawings are suffering horribly because of this.

3.My homework is still coming out really lame.

4. I need to do more in my sketchbook.

5. I can't get into the still life whatsoever.

6. Stonehenge paper is not that sexy.

7. I'm running out of supplies.

8. When the heater turns on in class, my brain turns off. Too hot.

9. Drawing and I don't like eachother right now.

10. I think that is kind of obvious.

Valentine's Day is on Sunday. Me, Heidi, rum, and 'The Notebook' are staying in so we don't have to watch happy couples participate in the romantic pre-babymakin' games.

Sicker than a dog.

See you on Tuesday when I can hopefully breathe out of both nostrils.

Marilyn Murphy

Marilyn Murphy is an amazing woman. My grandparents own a painting done by her of a cane field on fire against this rich, velvety black sky. It's glorious. She's a friend of theirs; Her husband is this insane dude named Wayne Roland Brown. He's a Kiwi recording artist, and owns an opal mine in New Zealand somewhere. He can play didgeridoo like a madman. Marilyn's graphite skills are only riveled by her oil skills. Lady's a champ. She recently (by recently I mean like three years ago) had an exhibit at the Frist Museum in Nashville about 'dangerous desserts'. It was splendid.

Artist Number One: Salvador Dali

The way the large blocks of positive space (i.e. the exploded fragments of the head, the figures in the "Pomegranate" painting) interrupt the negative spaces of the background make for interesting shapes that lead your eye around the paintings. Plus, Dali was a fucking genius/madman. Everything he did was amazing.

(I don't know how to move pictures around in my post, and your tutorial didn't help because I don't have a Mac. So, boo on you Jason. Each artist will be a different post.)

Assigned Assignment Post.

Why did I come to MCA?

I decided to attend MCA because of its proximity to my home in Nashville, the scholarship I was awarded, and the hope that Memphis would end up being a neat city to thrive in.

What is my major?

Hopefully photography. I came in here thinking Illustration, so who knows.

What attracted me to MCA?

I actually drove to MCA in the early fall of '09 so my friend could meet with Shannon for a tour. He went to SAIC, I went to MCA. Funny how things happen that way. To address what attracted me to the school: Probably the small class sizes, and the campus. The scholarship I received swayed me a tad too, ha.

What do I want to do in the future?

I want to be a musician/concert photographer, and follow in the heavy footsteps that Annie Leibovitz laid. If I can come anywhere close to her astronomical talent, I will die a happy woman. My only goal is to mesh my deep adoration with music with my undying love of art.

First post of the Drawing 2 season.

Here we be, on this lovely internet sea.

It is 1:15 AM. I have no reason to be up this late. I did my homework earlier in the afternoon. It's bamboo. If I learned anything from last semester, it would be time management. I've never had such time restrictions on art assignments, and I fucked up whole lot. My goal this time around is to do much better on my homework projects.

I wish we could listen to different music. Matisyahu and Metallica is definitely not something I want to listen to while drawing. Maybe some Charlie Feathers or Wanda Jackson. Or, I wish an iPod would suddenly appear in my life, just for me. My first generation one sadly passed away this summer over the 4th of July week. There might have been beer involved.

Charcoal and I are in a tumultuous relationship.

Speaking of relationships, I had a realization. Every single (pun) person I know in Memphis has a significant other. Even the creepy gas station guy has a baby momma. Not that I want to be a baby momma or anything, but come on. I'm starting to fret.

Would it be weird if I brought a pillow to class to sit on so my butt doesn't go numb?

Yeah. I think so.