November 4, 2011 Texas
I just spent an interesting week at Baylor University in Waco, Texas. More about that in a few days.
While I was on campus, I was touring the Art Museum (small), which was in the same building as their Art & Design School. This was a great tour because I got to meander through the galleries and studios and classrooms. Those artsy smells are extremely evocative and make me want to have pursued more of that side of my brain than I have been able to find time for.
This pair of characters, from a junior undergraduate in the ceramics class, really caught my eye. They were on display:
In addition to the inherent humor, I think these faces recall so strongly the late 19th C British editorialists whose drawings I like so well. I made the comment to the Director, who was my guide, that if she found out that the artist ever put a price tag on these that I would be first in line with my wallet open.
"Seriously?"
"Absolutely. I do not kid about stuff like that."
She made sure to take me by the ceramics classroom because she thought that the professor whose student did these would be around. He was (and he had a small class there). I expressed my enthusiasm, as I had in the hallway, and he lit up like a Christmas tree.
He turned and announced me, and what I said, to the class. A teaching moment.
And best of all: the artist was sitting there.
And, it turns out she had been a bit mopey because she had received a bad critique in another class, that day, and a letter, that morning, that had been a rejection from some program or another.
So I got a chance to express my enthusiasm in person. The professor got a chance to make a point to his class. And the artist got a chance to think about my offer, directly from me.
I got a note passed to me the next day, from the Director, with a price on it.
Score.
While I was on campus, I was touring the Art Museum (small), which was in the same building as their Art & Design School. This was a great tour because I got to meander through the galleries and studios and classrooms. Those artsy smells are extremely evocative and make me want to have pursued more of that side of my brain than I have been able to find time for.
This pair of characters, from a junior undergraduate in the ceramics class, really caught my eye. They were on display:
In addition to the inherent humor, I think these faces recall so strongly the late 19th C British editorialists whose drawings I like so well. I made the comment to the Director, who was my guide, that if she found out that the artist ever put a price tag on these that I would be first in line with my wallet open.
"Seriously?"
"Absolutely. I do not kid about stuff like that."
She made sure to take me by the ceramics classroom because she thought that the professor whose student did these would be around. He was (and he had a small class there). I expressed my enthusiasm, as I had in the hallway, and he lit up like a Christmas tree.
He turned and announced me, and what I said, to the class. A teaching moment.
And best of all: the artist was sitting there.
And, it turns out she had been a bit mopey because she had received a bad critique in another class, that day, and a letter, that morning, that had been a rejection from some program or another.
So I got a chance to express my enthusiasm in person. The professor got a chance to make a point to his class. And the artist got a chance to think about my offer, directly from me.
I got a note passed to me the next day, from the Director, with a price on it.
Score.
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