January 2012
Books ordered for thesis research
“All Silver and No Brass” by Henry Glassie
“Man and His Symbols” by Carl Jung
“The Hero with a Thousand Faces” by Joseph Campbell
“Myth and Meaning: Cracking the Code of Culture” by Claude Levi-Strauss
“Gods and Fighting Men” by Lady Gregory
“The Call of Stories” by Robert Cole
Sounds good to me.
Slept in extremely late and now I haven’t the time to get much done before I have to make the trek to class. Showering and doing what I can (figuring out what to say during class studio visits, doing this course contract thing). Hopefully finishing the building of these panels after class so I can mount paper on them an get cracking on new pieces.
Completely unproductive day.
Major day tomorrow. Bracing myself for the usual “you-have-five-finished-pieces-due-in-one-week-GO” regime.
I didn't realize that the revival of Cornish was... →
maststocedartrees:
Yay for that! Minority languages ftw.
Domhnach ciúin agus mall. Tine bhreá mhóna, caife, ceol ag seinm ar an raidió, ag fanacht leis na cluichí ‘handegg’ a thosú. Lá handegg a bheidh ann inniu, arís. Beidh muid ag cócaireacht cúpla ‘cearca Chornais’ agus tiocfaidh m’aintín agus m’uncail anseo ní ba dhéanaí. Ag súil go mór leis.
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The Burren! →
And the hidden neurotic part of kaetlyn comes out:
Dad just now told me his friend that stayed the night here last night woke up this morning sick as a dog. Emetophobe Kaetlyn is freaking out about having used the toothbrush in that bathroom now (you don’t understand, toilets have a particle spray thing when you flush them the bits of stuff go flying into the air and latch onto things...
Thank goodness my brother has super nice friends who are excited about having their pictures taken.
I’m now super excited to develop this film. And super nervous that I’ll mess it up, or that my exposures are off. Here we go.
My arms are jello today from carrying around that awfully awkward and bulky 4x5 box yesterday. If I keep shooting 4x5, and if the field camera doesn’t get fixed, I’m going to have monster arms by the end of the semester. Ouch.
Had a dream that was completely in Gaeilge. I don’t remember what it was about, but everybody in it was speaking Irish.
Supposed to shoot some portraits...
Played Apples to Apples with my mam, aunt, uncle, and mam’s best friend. My uncle is now holding a grudge against me because when I had the card with “Cosmic” on it, I chose “baked potato” instead of “Saturn,” which was his card.
Really though. Really. It’s very simple; baked potatoes are far more cosmic than Saturn.
The other downside of photo: Finding models (who will not cancel and don’t require payment other than copies of their pictures and a coffee.) Oy veigh.
Today
Studio visiting
Playing with a 4x5 camera (I’ve waited so long for this day)
Dad’s friend and his daughter are staying the night tonight
Working on thesis proposal/outline ideas
Working on photo project proposal
The downside of photography class = the price of film and paper, amongst other things. Good watercolours cost around $18 per (very small) tube, but at last they last good while. Aye.
