I've opened up Livejournal countless times since my last entry, hoping that if I just look at the blank page, that will spark something and I'll be off on a tangent. And then I remembered that is never, ever how it works.
A few things today have caused me to finally put words on this page. I'm building a set in the studio at university, and that's going well. It's the sort of set they use in sitcoms -- a cross-section of an apartment. We've done all the painting and installed the skirting board, which was extremely tedious fitting it to the size of the room. We installed a pseudo-lightswitch, put down carpet (which is the wrong size so now we have to go and find some more), made a coffee table and have started dressing the set with things like televisions, shelves and end tables with lamps on them. The couch is going in tomorrow (an important staple of any sitcom) and I'm browsing the internet for cheap windows. I can't believe I almost spend $160 on wallpaper to paper a wall at Elam! I'm glad we went with paint. Other parts of this project include writing and filming a sitcom about hitmen - complete with opening credits and catchy theme song, hiring a red-headed guy to don a fur coat and Rick-roll our studio class during presentation, and making a big red button that plays canned laughter when pressed. It's times like these that make me wonder why I'm leaving art school... but those moments don't last for long. Google 'Philip Guston'. You'll see what I mean.
Speaking of which, yes, I'm leaving Elam (or as I've grown accustomed to calling it; Elame. It's a much more accurate representation.). It's got nothing to do with the workload or the pressure or that I can't take it... although that last one could be one interpretation. I'm far too much of a cynic for art school, and I've finally discovered that half way through my second year. Have you ever seen contemporary art? It's either disgusting or boring or a mixture of the two. And nearly all practicing artists are pretentious wankers, which I wish I had known before I handed in my portfolio. I haven't felt inspired since starting this school, so that's warning sign enough for me. I'm changing to a BA in film & creative writing. That is, if I don't pussy out and finish my BFA. I've already paid $8,000 on it, and I feel like I've gotten nothing. Not to mention all the course materials, which they don't provide. I think it must be the rent on the wall space that gobbles up your $5k a year, because the tuition is next to non-existant. And, this is turning into a review on contemporary art schools.
Aren't endings the worst?