the Work That Never Ends.

So it has been a while has it not?

I have discovered something about my senior year that I never thought would have happened. I am now comfortable with the idea that I am an artist, and yet my academic life has never been so discouraging.

In the past, fair June, (aka Genevieve for those who haven't realized at this point,) has always done rather well at Carnegie Mellon University. Grade wise that it. And yet now, while my work flourishes, my grades have hit an all time low. Why you ask? Well, the reality is that all art school cannot grade artwork. Think about it. How would Leo have done with the Mona Lisa in crit during a Materials of Painting course? Probably horribly because he was unable to convey, (fill in pretentious comment here) effectively enough.

Otherwise the world still turns, the 'Burgh gets colder and Monday's turn into very free Thursday nights that are filled with applying a ground to a wooden panel for an experimental piece of crap that will be critiqued on Monday. Wish this fair girl luck. :)