September 2008
10 posts
If ILFORD paper and I were in a Facebook relationship right now, “It’s complicated” wouldn’t even be cutting it at this precise moment.
Things Meredith Comes Home Covered in From Art...
Things Meredith Comes Home Covered in From Art School:
Week One: charcoal Week Two: ink and medium Week Three: wire dust and masking tape Week Four: gesso, paint, medium, pastel
….SINCE WHEN DO I GO TO ART SCHOOL?
A Life of Pure Non-Fiction
I’m still digesting Monday’s critique. It’s clear that the members of my fiction workshop certainly think that there’s something wrong with me, or that I’m at least a bit strange. Perhaps a fucked up childhood. Daddy issues. Something.
On the whole, I’m pleased with the effect - pleased that there was an effect to begin with. I haven’t really poured...
The Last 2200 Words
Here’s hoping that I just wrote the chapter that unlocks something big. The chapter that you cannot, no matter what forces align, pull yourself away from.
Excuse my English, but holy shit, how did I manage to forget how hot Chuck Klosterman is? My ginger fantasy is working overtime.
Downtown Owl in queue.
A Bright Future
I ran into my former fiction composition professor, whom I loved dearly, in the hall of the English Department today. After sitting down for a talk to catch up, I expressed to him the difficulty that I’ve been having with my book - he’s been feeling it, too, with his long-time coming novel - and explained the consuming frustration that I’ve been having with it. He essentially...
Color Me Frustrated
Darkroom Adventures:
This week’s verdict? Color is exciting, but flat out frustrating.
Feeling so comfortable with the way my hands move in a black and white darkroom - how robotic, yet creative the process is - has certainly shaken me with my first trip into the color darkroom. The mechanization of it is stark; while I’m thrilled to be going home not wreaking of fixer, it’s odd to...
I came home carrying two wet contact sheets, a binder filled with 35mm negatives - both color and black and white - a Seagull medium format loaded with 120 film, and I smell head to toe of fixer.
I have officially entered stereotype.
No Sleep 'Till Publishing
I am doing that thing where I’m not sleeping again. I never quite figured out why, but it hasn’t hit me like this since Scotland. Too much thinking, not enough comfort, and the constant gear-turning of a mind that simply won’t shut off. If this continues through the year, I can’t foresee myself being a very happy girl. And this time, I have a feeling that the addition...
Sex and the Meta
Sex talk.
Sure, we do a lot of talking about sex, but do we ever talk about sex talk? Not the standard “dirty talk,” per se, but more just thinking in depth about conversations we have in bed. Or on sex in general. I was recently talking about the idea, and found myself unusually captivated by the thought. And moreso, wondering about kind of conversations I’ve had about...