Summer Frivolity
While most schoolteachers anticipate a few months of student-free adventure climbing Kilimanjaro or clicking through cable TV channels, I thrill to the thought of all the time I will have to spend at this desk, writing my way into a slightly enlarged piece of history.
There are a number of things I would quite enjoy doing this summer (like going to Nova Scotia to visit my friend Leland at his barn/home by the sea, or riding up to Lexington again to feel the love of eclectic earth-dancers, or even taking a motorcycle trip around back roads in the foothills of Peru), but instead I am shaking my head and fastening my seat belt, believing in faith that I was made to make stuff. It's good that I teach art, because I love making stuff.
Encouraged by the fact that the second script I ever wrote is now in pre-production and will probably be filmed within the month and then submitted to major film festivals all over the place, I will be attempting to bang together my first feature-length screenplay. I will also continue to attempt to sharpen (and hopefully sell) my memoir, hone my ukulele skills and, last but not least, paint.
I have been spending spare class moments slopping paints down on little canvas boards, and this summer I will be attempting to paint five (that's FIVE) 8"x10" little masterpieces a week, which I will be selling on ebay.
I have been told that I have what it takes and that all I lack is work, work, work. Well, I plan to change that, and to see if my longtime supporters have been right. So I'm putting this out there as a way of binding myself to the cause. Carpe duodenum, and to me be the spoils! Or something.
Below is a re-imagining of "Beata-Beatrix" by nineteenth century poet, illustrator and painter Dante Gabriel Rosetti. I've utterly transmogified it and if he could see these bubbles he'd turn over right now and disturb some very contented bacterium. I'll probably start off with this sort of thing - a lot of re-painted classics and then move to more personal works. I have no idea whatsoever where I'll go with this, which is terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
There are a number of things I would quite enjoy doing this summer (like going to Nova Scotia to visit my friend Leland at his barn/home by the sea, or riding up to Lexington again to feel the love of eclectic earth-dancers, or even taking a motorcycle trip around back roads in the foothills of Peru), but instead I am shaking my head and fastening my seat belt, believing in faith that I was made to make stuff. It's good that I teach art, because I love making stuff.
Encouraged by the fact that the second script I ever wrote is now in pre-production and will probably be filmed within the month and then submitted to major film festivals all over the place, I will be attempting to bang together my first feature-length screenplay. I will also continue to attempt to sharpen (and hopefully sell) my memoir, hone my ukulele skills and, last but not least, paint.
I have been spending spare class moments slopping paints down on little canvas boards, and this summer I will be attempting to paint five (that's FIVE) 8"x10" little masterpieces a week, which I will be selling on ebay.
I have been told that I have what it takes and that all I lack is work, work, work. Well, I plan to change that, and to see if my longtime supporters have been right. So I'm putting this out there as a way of binding myself to the cause. Carpe duodenum, and to me be the spoils! Or something.
Below is a re-imagining of "Beata-Beatrix" by nineteenth century poet, illustrator and painter Dante Gabriel Rosetti. I've utterly transmogified it and if he could see these bubbles he'd turn over right now and disturb some very contented bacterium. I'll probably start off with this sort of thing - a lot of re-painted classics and then move to more personal works. I have no idea whatsoever where I'll go with this, which is terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
If you get to the point where you feel the need to blow off some steam, or just take a break for a couple days... come on up, lots of freeky earth people still ask about you.
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