The big blue book of everything.
So, not to blow any chance at all of having a good grade for this blog but I have to talk about someting that happened in our class crit of a project recently. We have been working on the idea of endurance in art and allowing a porocess to dictate outcome in or work. Great so far. In class, Lee gives us the assignment of spending one hour doing one process to complete a composition or to carry it as far as it will go. He specifies that this is a drawing and gives us a restricted list of materials to work from. I was not having the best of mornings so mine is dreck. I decided to draw eyes for an hour as this is something that I enjoy doing and figured I coul do a series of drawings that showed all kinds of emotions.
Yeah, I didn't like it either...
So we do the thing, no problem, everybody has good days, everybody has bad days. When next we meet the crit begins. This is normal and not a thing much feared in my world. You may be thinking at this point that I am going to complain about a bad crit of my own work, well, I’m not. What I’m going to talk about is semantics. Conversation depends on it. Words have meaning and no matter how badly we want them to mean something else, we ca’t go around willy nilly adding meanings to suit our own ends. One of the people in the class chose to push the limits of the exercise. Good on her for doing it. She folded origami ballons for an hour. Great idea, neat interpretation of the project, I liked it and hope that she gets a good grade for it. The problem comes down to the word ‘draw’. I have no problem AT ALL with Morgans project, it was imaginative and in my opinion fit well enough within the confines of the assignment to work. Lee liked it to. The problem is that he called it a drawing. Now, I’m an art major not a linguist, but I don’t think this qualifies as a drawing. So I went home and looked it up in here…
I take my dictionary very seriously.
Turns out that there are 71 seperate dfinitions for the word draw. None of them apply to folded paper. This sounds terrible and I probobly shouldn’t post it, but I’m and opinionated jerk so I’m going to anyway. I hope that no one involved takes this the wrong way. I really don’t mind breaking the rules, unless by rules you mean my bones and by break you mean puree. It gets confusing quick doesn’t it.
