Today I presented my sculpture for critique. First sculpture I have ever created. I've always been scared of sculpture because it's so open ended, there's no rules to abide by, no paint, no canvas to constrict you.. You just grasp into thin air and give birth to an alien object that has never existed before. It's the most incredible feeling. I have to say, this is the most satisfied I have felt about a piece in a long time.
When we started class, I handed out my statement to everyone, and set up my piece while they read it. As they finished, there was a dead silence for about a good ten minutes. Not a word, not even from my professor. I have to say, it was the first time i've ever been nervous during a critique. It wasn't soon after that I realized that it was a good silence, they were speechless. My art made people speechless. I wanted to jump for joy. I elicited emotion! This is all an artist could ever ask for. Eventually my professor broke the silence and said that he had no complaints, it was essentially "perfect". Something I have never heard him say once to anyone this semester. He picks on everyone, and everything. Not that I mind, but it was insane. A couple people spoke up and asked a few questions, and said how much they liked my statement/piece, but that ten minutes of silence was all I needed. I feel like maybe I might be decent at this art thing afterall. This is especially nice since I've been in one of those existential funks lately, specifically concerning my artistic abilities.. But now I think maybe I have a shot. Also! Good news! I got into my school's painting program, but I didn't realize how good of news this was until my professor informed me that they only accept 15/300 students each year! Holy fuck! I'm so glad I didn't know that during the portfolio review... So, in the meantime, I will try and get a picture up of my sculpture and post my statement with it. Enjoy my latest sketchbook scans (if anybody still looks at my page anyway)...