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Thursday, June 30, 2005


*this is not an actual photo from my accident, btw. it wasn't nearly that severe.

i just got a phone call from the owner of the car that hit me. i have a vague feeling that it's not going to be the only one, and in a way i welcome her to call again.

she called to tell me that her dad was having surgery or something of the sort and apparently the insurance claim is not far enough along for them to volunteer to pay for her rental car, assuming they decide to do so. so i told her that the claim was definately filed and there's not much more i can do for her. she wanted me to call the car rental company and advocate for them to give her the rental car.

does she really think that they're going to give her a car on my word that i was the other party involved in an accident with her car? I'm surely not claiming responsibility for the accident, irregardless of the fact that they could care less what i've got to say. did she think i was going to volunteer to pay for her car? perhaps she'll volunteer to pay for my insurance hike.

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Shins / Psychic TV

Wednesday, June 29, 2005


there was this guy justin who went to mcmain and dated my ex-gf before me. he had his problems, to be sure, and i can only ever remember him wearing one shirt-- a Psychic TV t-shirt.

i didn't really get into psychic tv at all until around 1993 when there were a few albums floating around, and for the most part i didn't even like them that much. there were a few songs that i really liked, though, from the first singles compilation. they did a cover of Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys that was good, and these two songs that really stood out, Godstar and Just Like Arcadia. I'd always wished that they'd done more like those two songs. Not that i'm an expert on their discography in any way (i could only take so much Genesis P-Orridge, even considering my sizable tolerance for Edward Ka-spel (what's with the english goth punk guys with hyphenated names?)) (And no, i don't like Current 93).

So then last year i was listening to the new Shins album, Chutes Too Narrow, and when track 2, Mine's Not a High Horse, came on i thought, "this sounds just like those two psychic tv songs." It'd be easy to point to shared influences, but it's hard to believe that that's all it is. I'm not pointing fingers and calling "copycat!" here, i think it's awesome. I'd like to hear the Shins do more songs in this strain, just as i'd have liked to have heard more of it 10 years ago.

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arizona broken down

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

The vacation started off so well... we got to Enterprise to pick up our car and i was told i could have a Honda Civic or upgrade to a Nissan Altima. Yay for avoiding domestic cars! I chose the Altima for the extra space. We drove to Payson, etc, and had quite an enjoyable time. I knew that being at the Walker's house could entail quite a bit of laying around so i wanted to make sure that we took some time to get out and play and see things.

On sunday we went back to Horton Creek Trail and hiked around a bit, then hopped in the car around nap time to take the 4+ hour drive to the bottom of the state. I think sunday evening was uneventful for the most part... My brother and i may have played some basketball in the gym before he left to get some sleep. (I haven't mentioned the fact that they have a gym with a basketball/racquetball court and a dozen weight/exercise machines built into a hillside.)

Oh, i almost forgot, when i went to show my trail pictures to my brother sunday evening the laptop refused to start. Yay broken laptop!

Monday we went to Chiricahau, as noted. Tuesday we were thinking about hitting one last park, but the kids had been so crabby the day before, i figured they were too worn out and it was too hot for them to hike, so we just went to the grocery in Sierra Vista. I had coordinated returning the rental car with the arrival of my mom's flight on Tuesday @ 6:15, so my brother and i left around 2:30 to start the 6 hour round trip. I won't go into details, but on the way back to Sonoita we had a chance to lecture my mom on the derogatory racial implications of piccaninny images.

On wednesday we didn't do much besides play in the pool and lay around. I made a big batch of chicken and dumplings for everyone, then around 8:45 pm my brother and i left to see Spoon in Tucson. Yay! It was quite unexpected, and my brother hadn't even heard them before, but somehow he knew of them and knew they were playing, so we went. They were supposed to go on at 9, but my brother called ahead and they told him it'd be closer to 9:30. When we got to the theatre they'd only been on for 10 minutes so it worked out really well.

Thursday was the day i'd planned on going hiking with my brother, but the day slowly trickled away till all that was left was aggravation and frustration. We went out to eat at Cafe Sonoita, this being the third time i've been there, and had a nice time, but things turned sour again pretty soon after we got back home.

Friday my mom flew back out to nola, so my brother and his kids took the 6 hour ride to/from phx. In the meantime we decided to take a little ride to the Coronado National Forest, either south or east of Sierra Vista, where i turned 1/2 block too early for hwy 92 and was plowed into while making a U-turn. So much for the park. We went home to write out our versions of the accident, to be faxed in to the police, and wait for my brother to return. By the time he got back all he really wanted to do was sleep. I wound up hanging out with my sister-in-law for a few hours that night, hearing all about the Patagonia social scene. Deep stuff for sure. Friday was pretty much a waste of a day. A negative day. Take it back.

Saturday we swam (i got a sunburn on my stomach) then went to Patagonia, near Sonoita, to hang out at my brother's house and let all the kids play. We made a big dinner of meatballs and spaghetti, crawfish monica (use CajunLand w/ green onion, a pinch of Zatarain's crab boil and add 1/2 cup of parm cheese after the pasta cools for a few), and broccolli, all of which i was too sick to my stomach to eat. I waited all day to throw up and never did.

Sunday we packed up, hit the road around noon, got to the airport 2 hours ahead of time only to find out that our flight was delayed for 3 hours. What an ending.

Midwest did give us three $75 vouchers and $40 in airport food credit, so we wound up making like $50/hr to sit around, but we didn't get back to our house until just before 2am.

I wonder if i graphed the mood of the trip if it would correspond to the altitude shifts throughout.

Oh, and i also missed the entirety of the NBA finals after game 3.


I shouldn't complain, it really was a nice trip. It's nice to get away from home, especially when most of the pictures i have to look back on are of the time we spent walking through the wooded mountains of central AZ. Some things simply didn't go right and i didn't get to spend as much time just hanging out with my brother as i'd hoped, but that's the way things work. Perhaps the free airfare can pay for a ticket for him to come out here for a few days and hike around the trails here with me.

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further arizona

Monday, June 27, 2005

Further commentary on the trip is coming. In the mean time, pics:

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o/` mountain roooaad... take me hoooomme




elise included for size comparison purposes




so we did decide to go back to Horton Creek Trail and i'm glad we did. there was a dry creekbed that we had to carry the kids across that was definately on the "moderately difficult" scale as warned, but once we got past that the only difficulty was the incline. (this shot is looking back down the trail.)







i had to resist the urge to go climb up in these rocks.




there's a lizard.




that's the dry creekbed.




that's the creek! there were rainbow trout in parts of it.




Sunday we got to "The Big House" (my brother's in-law's (the Walkers) ranch) and hung out with family.




Monday we went to Chiricahua (chir-i cow-wa, i believe) National Monument, but when we got there the kids were quite grumpy about it.

Check out my cool new chocolate brown chuck taylors. yay!




"I'm hot and i'm thirsty and i want to go home and play."

Stop fussing!




Rock formations...




Dry creeks...




Dry everything.




This picture isn't very convincing of the fact that i was standing on top of a mountain to take it. The trails here lead through rock formations to grottoes. We didn't get very far with the kids, though. It was too hot, but it definately made me appreciate all the work i put into finding cooler trails for us over the weekend.




Elise, kim and graham in Patagonia.




Nigel (cousin) and graham. little aryans.




The courtyard...




and pool. In the background there are 2 pool-house bedrooms with an outdoor kitchen between them.




Inside the big house.




From the other corner. We stayed in two of the three upstairs bedrooms.

The place is truly phenominal. I'll have to find a few of my pictures of it from last year's trip. It's officially got something like 9 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, and 7600 sq. feet of living space, but i think there are actully 12 bedrooms in all.




This is the drive from Sonoita (where the Walkers live) along AZ 83 to I-10. (Going home.)

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accident report

Saturday, June 25, 2005

my vacation has taken a turn for the hectic. i was in an accident today, driving my brother's mother-in-law's Ford Excursion behemoth SUV. i had to write out a report of what happened to fax into the Sierra Vista, AZ police department:


I started to make the U-turn and realized that the truck wasn't going to make it without reversing for a few feet. I was aware of the distance between myself and the cars coming and knew that they were at a safe distance to see me and react accordingly. I reversed the truck a few feet, enough to provide clearance to finish the turn, and was in forward motion when my wife called out "this guy's not going to stop." I tried to cut the wheel hard, but did not have the time to avoid the collision. Had the truck been able to make the turn initially the distance between myself and the on-coming cars would never have been an issue. Even having to reverse, I was well aware of the fact that there was ample time for the other drivers to see me and allow me to complete the turn without risk.

The officer who completed the report said that he measured, based on the skid marks, that the driver was going 43 mph at the time that he applied his breaks. When I initially approached the driver, he yelled at me for trying to back up to complete my turn, so it was apparent that he was aware of what i was doing but did not attempt to slow down to accommodate my turn. I understand that he had the right of way, as i was the one making the turn, but i am no less certain that he had every opportunity to avoid hitting me by slowing down and chose to attempt to squeeze past instead. I was in his field of vision long before he slammed on his brakes. Had the other driver not been speeding and driving aggressively, i believe that the accident would not have occurred.

After the collision occurred i got out of the vehicle and approached the driver. He began to yell at me for making the turn. I asked him why he did not slow down, but did not pursue an argument with him. I asked if everyone in the car was ok and he told me that the young girl was bleeding. I looked and she appeared to have cut her lip. The passenger got out of the car and was standing, holding the girl. He and the driver appeared to be okay.

There was a witness who stopped. He approached my wife and I to let us know he was there. He commented that the other driver had been speeding and could have slowed down. I thanked him for stopping to give his account, then he returned to his vehicle to wait for the police to arrive and we did not speak with him again.

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payson, az

Saturday, June 18, 2005

We're leaving our hotel to head South to see my brother and his family tomorrow, staying there for a week, so i figured i'd post a few pics while i still have a reliable internet connection here. (It's awesome that Day's Inn has free high-speed wireless.)

We woke up early this morning. Actually, i was up at like 4:30 since i went to bed at 9pm due to the time change. We got going around 7am and headed out first to Horton Creek Trail, which was really beautiful, but a bit too rugged for the kids. We were having a hard time finding the start of the trail, so we hung out by the creek for a while, which was really pretty. The kids like to throw rocks and kim and i like to just sit back and listen to the running water, so it works out for all of us until Graham steps a bit too close. It turns out that to get to the beginning of the trail you have to cross the creek, which could be difficult, but we may go back again and try tomorrow.

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Picasa has really bad jpg compression. There are artifacts everywhere.



When we left Horton Creek we went to Woods Canyon Lake which, as it turned out, was really popular. We were lucky to even find a parking spot. The park was pretty big and part of it bordered on the Mogollon (moh-goh-yohn) Rim, which makes for some pretty nice views. Wait, not "views," "vistas."




Yay vista!




That's AZ Hwy 260.



I think I've had more fun driving on the Highways through the mountains than i've ever had driving before. The roads are full of long turns that you can take going 70.




After some lunch and a little rest, we headed out again, this time to Wildcat Spring Trail, North of Payson off of Hwy 87. This turned out to be the perfect place to bring the kids. We had to drive 4 miles on an unpaved gravel road to get to the trailhead, so needless to say it was a much less populated area. The trail wasn't really rugged at all and it was a very pleasant mix of sunlight and shade in the pines. There was a tiny creek that the kids could throw rocks in and i even got to go off and explore on my own for about half an hour when we first arrived while the kids finished napping in their car seats.




Ferns are very green!




Graham likes to stop and explore every little thing, but if we keep elise moving at a steady pace it helps to motivate the graham. Really, we push him pretty hard sometimes for not even being 2, but the kids love being outside, as do we. It feels nice to be legitimately tired and relaxed.

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arizona!

Friday, June 17, 2005

We're finally leaving for Arizona tomorrow, hopefully to see some trails that look like this:



We're gonna be staying in Payson, NE of Phoenix, for the first two nights to try to get in a little hiking and relaxation before we head south to meet up with my brother and his family. Supposedly i'll have free high-speed wireless access in the hotel, so perhaps i'll post a few pics while i'm there.

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my swatch is working!

Thursday, June 16, 2005



Swatch has to have just about the worst website. It looks nice enough, but it's got a horrible user interface. The worst part was that they don't just have a bad interface, they don't have what i want! Have you every tried to find a Swatch (brand) battery? Impossible.

I got this Swatch in 1986 for my birthday, the first of many. I don't really know what happened to it, though i know i held onto it for a long time. Either way, about 2 years ago i found it on ebay and bought it for $25. It's kinda ridiculous, really, how happy it made me to have my first swatch again... until it stopped working. I ordered batteries on ebay for next to nothing-- ten of them. And it worked for a little while, but eventually it would just kind of tick back and forth. Something made me think, though, that perhaps it wasn't the watch, maybe it was the batteries. So i did a little more research and found that you can u an Energizer #390 battery, which of course Walgreens doesn't carry. BUT, they carry the 389, which says right on the package that it will work in place of a 390. Yay!

I also found that you can buy swatch bands on ebay cheap as dirt-- $2 a pair-- but it's because they are 3rd party bands. They seem a little small, but it also could be that my wrist is getting fat. Or not.

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cocteau twins

Wednesday, June 15, 2005



i was going through some music today looking for stuff to put on the ipod to bring to arizona and i found a cocteau twins playlist in winamp's media library. i rarely use the media library except with the ipod, so i didn't even know the playlist was there. anyway, this song Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires from Heaven or Las Vegas came on and i was thinking of how this song seems to encapsulate the entirety of what the cocteau twins do. it starts off rather slow and dark, then starts to lighten up a bit as it starts to get pretty, then suddenly it's as if dawn breaks and you're surrounded in magnificence.

it's not the best song in their catalog, and it's on one of the weaker albums, though definately one of the stand-out tracks. the things that elizabeth frasier can do with her voice are simply amazing.

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new (old) art online

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

after the last NOCCA update, i decided to pull out my two portfolios and go through them, taking pictures of a bunch of my older artwork. most of it is from the very early 90s, particularly 1993 when i was "doing nothing" all the time, having graduated from high school but not going to college yet. my mom thought i was doing nothing, but it was definately my most prolific time developing as an artist. (i still find it awkward to refer to myself as an artist, even after 6 years of working in a job that utilizes my creativity.)

one of the things that i noticed looking at my portfolios was the presence of Kim in practically everything that i did. after she moved to Wisconsin in 1991 (junior year of high school), we kept in touch by writing letters frequently. yes, real, actual letters... on paper. we were often pretty creative with our envelopes, writing on them and doing collages and drawings.














I also added quite a few from my days at NOCCA which i'll talk a little more about when i get a little further along in the story. I don't want to jump into the 2nd year drawings before i get there in the story.

you can check out the pieces i added here, or by clicking the "artwork" link in the left nav.



after browsing through the images, what do you think of the interface? is the disabled use of the back button and refresh button a pain? does the thumbnail menu make up for it? isn't that thumbnail menu cool?

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spoon live at the vic

Monday, June 13, 2005



I've been thinking about writing about the new spoon album, mostly because i feel the urge to contradict Pitchfork's lousy 7.9 rating. What a terrible review. Not only did they leave the album off of the Best New Music list, which is ridiculous considering what is on the Best New Music list, but most of the songs that they refer to specifically in the review are the weaker ones of the bunch. Their complaint seems to be that Spoon are doing what they've always done, write good guitar music that is minimal and detailed. But it's not as minimal as the last one and that's BAD BAD. Whatever. Granted, a 7.9 from pitchfork generally means good things, but in this case i don't think it's enough. When a highly anticipated album delivers, give it the recognition it deserves.

So I went to chicago to see them play at the Vic Theatre this weekend with a few friends. We left decently early, which is good because i forgot the map/directions that i had printed from maps.google. I got off of the Interstate and went slightly the wrong way, which i kinda made up for when the road ended and i had to turn East, but being in unfamiliar parts of Chicago is kinda like being... lost. As in Milwaukee, everything in Chicago depends upon which way is East ("towards the lake" for you New Orleanians). Once adny reminded me, after about 20 minutes of driving, that he had a GPS, everything was cool.

For those of you who might have actually been in the car, this is what happened:



Usually when you get off on an interstate exit, going straight through the intersection puts you getting back onto the interstate. Not so here! Not having had the map, i accidently took the left turn at Keeler, thinking Irving Park split off after that, but looks like i wanted the second left. (Having road signs might have helped!) Keeler ended after about a mile, at which point i turned right (East). East is good.

The Vic was a nice place to see a show. It wasn't that big of a place, probably a bit bigger, capacity wise, than House of Blues, but much more spacious. It was sold out, but didn't seem crowded at all. We got there pretty early so that we could get good seats, and that we did. We were in the 6th and 7th rows on the balcony, right in the middle so the sound was great.



After the show there was a Vaudeville act that followed.




Spoon has always been admittedly very Pixies inspired, which comes out a bit more live, but i was kinda surprised to hear a bit of Cure in some of the songs too.

They played a really good mix of their last four albums (the first one, Telephono, is skippable as a whole). The whole time i was waiting and hoping for Jonathan Fisk (one of their best), and it didn't come until the very end as the last song of the encore, preceded by Utilitarian, which was a nice way to end the show. I'm trying to remember which song it was, but i swear that one of them they were off time (intentionally?) for the entire first half of the song, hitting the snares on the 1 & 3 instead of the 2 & 4. At some point in the middle they did this little shift and everything was in place.

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NOCCA Level One - people (pt3)

Friday, June 10, 2005

The first morning of school i really didn't have any idea what to expect and i had no idea who would be in my class. I hadn't talked to anyone else about going, since i had just auditioned in the last two weeks. Really, i didn't have the first clue about any of it. I can remember sitting in the basement as people started to arrive and i was relieved to recognize quite a few faces.

The level one class was only about 30 students, which is pretty small when you consider that this one class theoretically drew from every school in Orleans Parish (like counties to the rest of yall.) As it turned out, for whatever reason, kids from McMain represented a disproportionate number of students. McMain was definately the closest school geographically. Perhaps because of proximity students at McMain were more aware of NOCCA, therefore more prone to audition. Who knows. Either way, it worked out to my advantage: i had a group of friends right away with which to ease the transition into something new and unfamiliar.

We wound up forming a pretty tight group of friends, most of whom i've lost contact with at this point. For the sake of future Google searches, i'll do something gratuitous here and list a few names which may help me to get in touch with some of them (or them me):

Liz Barrios

- Pronounced Bahr-O-Wah. Last i heard she went to Pratt in NY. Liz had strikingly purple hair. When i went to McMain to register for classes with my dad he saw her across the yard and asked sarcastically, "that one of your friends?" It was.

Jessica Boudreaux

- My wife's best friend for many years. I genuinely liked Jess, but my friendship with her was also of a definate strategic advantage in gaining exposure to kim on days when kim and i weren't explicitly hanging out.

Otis Shipman

- Otis was a cool guy, quite adept at riling up Jess and Liz with his misogynistic jokes. I heard Fugazi for the first time in his car, though when i recognized Ian MacKaye's voice and asked him if it was the guy from Minor Threat he had no clue, which lost him some punk points.

Louis Schmidt

- The only person in our little group not from McMain, but ironically he went to Brother Martin, the (Catholic, all-boys) school i had gone to before McMain for 8th and 9th grades. Louis is the only person i'm still "in contact" with, though it's been about 2 years now since we've talked. (Let this serve as a reminder, self.)

I have this feeling that there is one pivotal person that i'm not remembering. If so i'll edit later.



This NOCCA thread is stretching way further than i expected it would. I've barely gotten to anything interesting yet. I thought it'd be a nice addition, though, if i could dig up some of my artwork that i did during that period, so i'll try to get to that soon too.

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remodeling my bedroom

Friday, June 03, 2005

I'm in the process of remodeling the master bedroom in my house. We have a "1 1/2 story cape cod," which basically means that there's a bedroom built into the attic. Whoever it was that built the room had the bright idea of using 2x2s for the framing and paneling for the walls. The room wasn't particularly good at holding heat or AC and honestly the whole thing looked rather shoddy. When we were house shopping we were kinda hoping to find a place that had some room for improvement, and this room definately fit that description.



There was no attempt to seal the seams in between sheets of paneling.




I ripped down all of the paneling and all of the insulation. I didn't reframe the walls, didn't really think it was necessary, although compressing 3.5" insulation down to 1.75" reduces its effectiveness.




Our house isn't that old, it's from around 1950, but it obviously predates when people needed more than 2 closets. I knocked a bit of the wall out and built this closet so that it protrudes about 20" out and receeds about 12" into the attic space. The door opening is not standard door height, which might be a little awkward, but it should make for a decent closet. Better than no closet for sure.




To the left of the closet i left a big opening in the drywall where i'm going to build bookshelves into the wall.




One thing that i did that i'm kinda regreting now was using fiberglass mesh tape for all of the joints. I figured using paper tape would be more difficult where the angled part of the ceiling meets the walls and the flat part of the ceiling. The benefit to fiberglass tape is that it's self-adhesive, the drawback is that it's much thicker so it's hard to cover smoothly with joint compound.





This project has been going on for way longer than it should, primarily because by the time kim gets home and the kids are asleep at night, i don't really feel like going upstairs to work.

I decided a while ago that i wouldn't work on any new music until the upstairs room was done. One major project at a time. It's not necessarily helping to motivate me, though, and it's probably just hurting my artistic production. I'm really pretty far along at this point, though. Doing insulation is always a terrible job and it's very difficult to muster up the drive to do it at all. Once that was done i figured i'd move right along, but now that it's nice outside i want to spend my free time roaming through the woods, not mudding drywall. But it'd be so nice to have a bedroom again!

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NOCCA (pt2) - the instructors

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

When we (the first year students) started NOCCA, i think we were all a little disillusioned. The three primary instructors were Mr. Gross, head of the Visual Art Dept. and Art History teacher; Ms. Pichata (aka Mrs. Gross), drawing teacher; and Ms. Mouton, printmaking teacher. For the first few months we were there we thought they were great, fun people. Eventually we began to realize the our error.

Mr. Gross really was. He was a kinda goofy, heavy-set guy with a strange sense of humor, but he was also somewhat quick tempered and didn't always seem prepared to be dealing with teenagers on a constant basis. He was the guy in control, the one who set the agenda, as well as made an attempt to teach us about American Art. I've found over the years that Art History classes are difficult to appreciate and pay attention in, but it's hard not to get something out of them. Perhaps it's just the visual nature of memory that helps us to retain the names of the artists as we watch the slides with our heads sinking in our hands.

I can't remember any reason in particular, but i can remember Mr. Gross getting very upset with us numerous times, most likely for not paying attention. He'd turn beat red and get irate with us for not caring about Winslow Homer as much as he did.

Ms. Pichata was really Mrs. Gross, but they never openly acknowledged the fact that they were married, which over time grew to be quite ludicrous. We all knew. The Grosses drove matching fiats with matching orange hardhats in the rear windshields. The Grosses showed us slides of their trip to the Lourve, as if we weren't going to put 2 + 2 together that they were in Paris together. Mrs. Gross tried so hard to be "funny" like Mr. Gross, but it always came off as forced. It was like she was utterly unable to like us and relate to us, but she really wanted to try. You can tell, when you speak to someone, if you are connecting with them or if they are just nodding and saying "yeah." She was always just smiling and nodding, never connecting.

Mrs. Gross was obviously the more trained artist of the two. She tended to be kinda fake and scatterbrained, but i'd be willing to say she was considerably more capable of abstract thought than her husband. She taught us quite a few different drawing techniques that, when i think back now, were truly helpful in my art education. She taught us contour drawing, where your lines follow the shape of the plane of the object you are drawing; gesture drawing and figure drawing; pointalism; blind-gesture drawing ("don't look at the paper!"); subtractive drawing, where we covered sheets of newsprint with charcoal and basically drew with erasers; and some other random things like self-portraits, collage, and even a bit of calligraphy. I'm kinda surprised, writing this now, how much i can remember the exercises we did with her. It's probably because i was always most interested in drawing over other forms of visual art. Though i wasn't too fond of Mrs. Gross, i don't think it's a stretch to say that i actually learned more from her than any other art teacher i've had-- which is a scary thought. (I've failed to mention, to this point, that Mrs. Gross looked like a petite version of the Joker with a bob haircut.)

I'm not really sure why, of all things, we had a printmaking teacher while we didn't once pick up a paint brush. That being said, we all liked Ms. Mouton best of the three. Maybe i should reword that. We all genuinely liked Ms. Mouton. She was a younger African American woman who seemed to really be able to relate to us on a personal level. I think she could also relate to some of our frustrations with the Grosses; she obviously lacked seniority and the Grosses weren't particularly inconspicuous about disregarding her ideas and suggestions. It eventually got to the point where we used her classes as open critiques of the Grosses.

I don't really remember the projects that we did with Ms. Mouton very well except for a few things we did with relief prints... etched woodblocks and whatnot. I never found the printmaking stuff all that interesting, but i do remember those projects being the most relaxing by far.


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