tldr; soppy post about seeing my art teacher again. pls scroll down and skip the rant.
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there is an old cliche under your monet, baby~
i've had way too many history of art classes in secondary school to be able to take monet seriously let alone to not piss myself laughing whenever i see 'impressionist sunrise'.
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there is an old cliche under your monet, baby~
i've had way too many history of art classes in secondary school to be able to take monet seriously let alone to not piss myself laughing whenever i see 'impressionist sunrise'.
speaking of art in secondary school, i paid a visit to my old art teacher last week to collect my old exam art project {which i've left it there for wayyyy too long} and somehow i'd managed to shed a few tears while seeing her.
i guess its different when you're a student and you're trying to avoid every teacher in sight due to the fact that you just don't attend class/school punctually {well in my case}. i've had an awful attendance rate back then, like seriously- awful. i think every year for the last three years of secondary school i've missed around 30-40 school days which easily amounts to 6/8 weeks of school. god knows how i got away with that back then while other people didnt but in all honesty it's probably because i never fell back on any assignments or let it affect my work.
three cheers to extremely good short term memory and the fact that i actually enjoy writing long essays.
yay.
but yeah. i got to see my old art teacher again. i kinda tip-toed into the school and headed to her usual art room where she had an art class readily doodling about {lol doodling}. i love how in art everyones just so focused on their own work that they dont notice when people leave or enter the room -cough unlike any other classroom where you get stared down upon intrusion cough. so yeah. i just casually walked up to her was like 'HIIIIIIIIIIIII MISS' and you could see the look of confusion and surprise in her face {very amusing}. i really had no expectations for anything. y'know. just walk in, get the project, say hi and leave but i guess i was rather bewildered to how she acted with me when i was there since i was so used to her treating me like her own student but now it was more of the way you act with an old friend.
yaknow',
i guess its different when you're a student and you're trying to avoid every teacher in sight due to the fact that you just don't attend class/school punctually {well in my case}. i've had an awful attendance rate back then, like seriously- awful. i think every year for the last three years of secondary school i've missed around 30-40 school days which easily amounts to 6/8 weeks of school. god knows how i got away with that back then while other people didnt but in all honesty it's probably because i never fell back on any assignments or let it affect my work.
three cheers to extremely good short term memory and the fact that i actually enjoy writing long essays.
yay.
but yeah. i got to see my old art teacher again. i kinda tip-toed into the school and headed to her usual art room where she had an art class readily doodling about {lol doodling}. i love how in art everyones just so focused on their own work that they dont notice when people leave or enter the room -cough unlike any other classroom where you get stared down upon intrusion cough. so yeah. i just casually walked up to her was like 'HIIIIIIIIIIIII MISS' and you could see the look of confusion and surprise in her face {very amusing}. i really had no expectations for anything. y'know. just walk in, get the project, say hi and leave but i guess i was rather bewildered to how she acted with me when i was there since i was so used to her treating me like her own student but now it was more of the way you act with an old friend.
yaknow',
the usual 'how are things', casual catch up, future plans etc.etc.
but somehow i just found it so hilarious how much that affected me at that moment.
there was just so much more to it.
i was so overcome with the stress of uni, assignments, exams, tiredness that just seeing and talking with my old art teacher made me kind of break down over everything.
and i dont know what i mean when i say everything.
just.
but somehow i just found it so hilarious how much that affected me at that moment.
there was just so much more to it.
i was so overcome with the stress of uni, assignments, exams, tiredness that just seeing and talking with my old art teacher made me kind of break down over everything.
and i dont know what i mean when i say everything.
just.
everything.
it made me miss how easy things were before and how careless i was but at the same time as i was slowly updating her on everything that had happened since secondary school i was proud of myself. not because i was stressing but at the fact that i was able to make it so far and most importantly i was able to make it somewhere. seeing her gave me some kind of nostalgic relief because she was someone who i always had some kind of image of motherness in her {yep, she's rather old} and updating her and seeing how proud and happy she was in me gave me the encouragement i needed to keep going.
it's hilarious how just a casual meeting between a teacher and an old student had amounted to that much and affected me to the point where it shed some light when i really needed it but i won't question it. i think 16 year old me is just patting myself on the head right now and being like YO WELL DONE U, IM GLAD WE GOT THIS FAR YANO.
it's hilarious how just a casual meeting between a teacher and an old student had amounted to that much and affected me to the point where it shed some light when i really needed it but i won't question it. i think 16 year old me is just patting myself on the head right now and being like YO WELL DONE U, IM GLAD WE GOT THIS FAR YANO.
anyway.
this wasn't supposed to be such a soppy post but fuck it.
i've been drawing more lately to procrastinate over everything {life}
i've been drawing more lately to procrastinate over everything {
so yeah.
i'll be honest, the main reason why i started buying comic books was to draw from them. i always really loved comic book art and how diverse each artist could be when portraying the same character and lately i've really been into john timms artwork {and excruciatingly disliking amanda conners}.
i've been wondering what to do with these since i've prepped them both with a lot of effort {and the bottom one being something i came up with myself for once, based off a lolita print} and i think i've finally came with the conclusion to put them up for an art trade.
see, i'd send them off to a penpal but i don't think any of my penpals would be able to appreciate it as much as a fellow artist would. SINCE MY ART ARE MY BABIES I WOULD LIKE SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF THEM WELL AND APPRECIATE THEM KINDLY {i hope i'm not the only person who feels like this about their pieces..}
but yes! i am putting these two up for art trade and strictly art trade only.
you can message me on blogger/fb {and you won't be able to comment on this post as ive disabled it} and we'll be able to sort a trade.
also if you want more images of them, i'll be more than happy to send more photos~
note; i am not a big fan of realistic art and i will block you if you send me a picture of impressionist sunrise {ha}.
signing off,
A ♡
you can message me on blogger/fb {and you won't be able to comment on this post as ive disabled it} and we'll be able to sort a trade.
also if you want more images of them, i'll be more than happy to send more photos~
note; i am not a big fan of realistic art and i will block you if you send me a picture of impressionist sunrise {ha}.
signing off,
A ♡
