The Week You Never Want Again

It has been a week? Really? It feels like 2 days and at the same time, a month. That’s what happens when you hardly sleep at night.

But that is what finals are all about.

Let’s break it down shall we.

With this combine project in Motion Design it means one final for three classes which has smaller (but no less important) passes. Then there is the Fine Arts final, and Bio final which is a project.

And guess what! They all have a due date on the same day. December 3rd. (Animation had a pass 2 due Thursday and pass 3 due the 3rd).

On top of that we had spring registration (finally), the Christmas party on Sunday (for which I still needed a present) as well as maintenance coming by to finally fix our sink.

So I needed an attack plan. I had an animation to save and fix, 5 sculptures and objects to make, a nature project to come up with, maintenance to check in on, a present to buy, dinner to make, and decorations to put up.. This is where no sleep comes in.

Basically everyday I would wake up at 9 and opened the door for maintenance, settled them in and got to the labs around 9:45 taking a break for lunch at 11 (unless a morning class which means up at 7). Continue working on animation until 6, dinner, then work on Fine Arts until a sculpture is made (normally done between 3 and 4 am). 

That was the schedule for the week days where I was able to make 5 figures in 4 days. Our sink finally works right without water coming back up, and I registered alright. Got some classes I wanted, one not.

What it looks like in the end. 

The weekend came and so did me going shopping at Home Depot, Jo-Anns, Dollar Tree, Kohl's, Michael’s, Target, and Publix (plus a stop at the beach for some nature).

Saturday was devoted to creating the objects for Fine Arts, painting the figures, and creating their environment. Here was the excitement for the day. I was cutting the basal wood with my box cutter in a very wrong way and slipped cutting my finger. Being stupid I out it under water (it wasn’t deep but angled and bleeding a lot) and the blood wasn’t clotting. Then my sugar level jumped off a cliff (I hadn’t eaten all day) and very nearly passed out. I would have if my roommate didn’t notice and get me an ice pop. 

Fun.

Sunday came and so did the Christmas party. I had to get up at 8 to put the pork in the crock pot and threw some laundry while I finished FA. I wanted to make biscotti and it took 3 tries to get it right. By then it was time to kick out my roommates and decorate. I was running, but I did it.

Pulled pork, pasta, baked potatoes, and biscotti. 14 people, secret santa, dinner, dessert. Perfect.

We had a lot of left overs even with everyone stuffing themselves so I brought it all up to our labs and gave it to those still working (we finished on Friday so we had time to render - my partners job). They were all happy and there were fights over who got what. 

Back to the rooms and I make the last thing for FA (a tinny bouquet of flowers) then do all of Bio. Originally I was going to compose a picture frame with different nature and make a second one with stuff from NJ, but that was boring. Instead I got some empty ordainments from Michael’s and filled them. They look great!

Fluffy beach plant

Acorns

The Beach

Dunes

Spanish Moss

Berries

Plants form the beach

So it is now Monday and I’m still alive. Finger hurts, animation still needs helped, but FA and Bio are done for the year! Only a few more days until I go home!

SACI Summer Term

After the Late Spring term ended those who were staying got a week off. The rest of my family came to Italy during my finals week and spent it in Venice where I joined them when I was done. After a day with me there we all went back to Florence.

My parents rented an apartment right down the street from me, not 10 minutes away from where I was and still in the middle of everything. On top of that they also had air conditioning, something we did not have and let me tell you something: Italy is HOT in the summer time not to mention Florence isn’t very windy so the air is heavy too.

Alas, the week ended and my family left me and my sister once again. I really didn’t want them to go, didn’t really want to stay. I had no friends in SACI, was talking to my roommates less and less as they went drinking more and more, and my sister could only come over so often with her own class schedule. 

Classes helped. For the Summer term I took Intermediate Sculpture and an Into to Black and White Film Photography class. Since the term was only for 4 weeks this time we were in classes longer. In the first term we were only in class for 32 hours a week, this time it was 40.

I have to say that while I enjoyed all of my classes, these two were my favorite. 

In sculpture there were 5 people: 3 beginners, 1 intermediate, and 1 advanced. That being said I was the only one who had ever taken a drawing class before and incase you didn’t know the two are very closely related: sculpture is basically 3D drawing. Anyway, this meant that I had an advantage in the class which was nice but just meant that John, our teacher, expected a bit more from me.

We were only suppose to do two projects: a clay to plaster project, and a soft stone project. The clay to plaster was basically taking a clay slab, making it into a relief from the live model, making a plaster cast, the coloring it. Everyone was doing high relief, they could add on clay and take away to make large shifts in the physical depth of the clay. Of course the intermediate and advanced had to do low relief, could only take away and the over all amount couldn’t be too much since the point was to give the illusion of depth only. Like I said, drawing skills helped and in the end Sara (the advance student) gave up and just did something else).

Here is the clay version before it got covered in plaster, casted, and painted.

We then moved on to soft stone and again had to do a relief. The difference in material was noticeable and at first I had problems, but after a trip to see Michelangelo’s David and Slave figures, I understood the process a lot better. 

Honestly I like the non-colored one more but he wanted it painted so there you go. The drawing classes did help, but I never said I was awesome at it.

Again drawing helped and I finished the project very quickly in comparison to the others. I still had a week left and wanted to do another project. Something 3 dimensional and small so I could take it with me. My teacher was very nice and even let me work with marble. I came up with a small character design of a little boy angle curled up on a pedestal. At first it was hard to see it, but I was able to get it down with the help of the sir compressor and finished it with one day to spare.

The angle I made out of red marble.

Now a bit about photography. I knew very little, and for film, next to nothing, but I wanted to learn. Ringling does have a good photography program but when given the choice of taking pictures in Sarasota verses Italy, Italy wins hands down. The good thing was that I already had an “eye” for the compositions thanks to indirect classes and this was basically a crash course in the process but I picked it up fairly quickly and ran with it. In the end I used about 150 pieces of photo paper, did 8 rolls of film, and had 96 prints of 25 different pictures. (Some were created to be multiples and others were trying different techniques). Overall the class was fun an I made some good friends there, kind of hard not to when you’re stuck in the dark room together 10 hours straight.

Finally the term ended. The summer abroad was nice, but I really missed home. By the time I got back I was only there for 2 weeks before leaving for school again. It wasn’t even that long since we were at the beach for a week of it. So basically I had one week to unpack, catch up with friends, spend time with my parents, shop for the new year, pack again, and maybe relax for a bit and not think about any work. 

So that was my summer, not that I really had one as it was full of classes and homework. And finally we’re at hie current year at least. I’ll have to do another post to catch up to what I’m doing now, but hopefully this will be regular, eventually.

SACI - Late Spring

The middle of May, two weeks after I got back from Ringling, found me on a plane with a bunch of other students to Frankfort to connect to Florence, Italy. All of us were apart of the Late Spring SACI (Studio Art Centers International) program. The first session would last 5 weeks. I would also be staying for the summer classes, so an additional 5 weeks (but one of those weeks were free from classes). 

I really didn’t like the idea of going away for 2.5 months, of basically not being able to be home practically all summer. The only good thing was that my sister Katie would also be in Florence for that whole time while studying abroad through her school FSU.

The Duomo. My apartment was right in front of it!

So for the Late Spring term I had two classes, Drawing and Ceramics at both the beginning level, and was in them for 32 hours a week. Ceramics needed legitimate college classes in order to move you up so my experience in high school didn’t matter. I did however have that for drawing since I had had 2 drawing classes, 1 figure drawing class, and 1 color theory class at Moore. But my feedback was more negative than positive so I figure that it wouldn’t hurt to re-learn some basics.

It's actually a box!

Coils, don't you love them. After 30 cm you don't. 

...making the handles was more annoying though.

The wheel took some getting use to....

Dragon made from hand in sculpture class.

The most interesting thing in class that we did was in ceramics a thing called Raku. It is a Japanese technique were you use special clay and glaze that can deal with temperature shock. The reason is that when firing, instead of raising the temperature slowly and decreasing slowly, you raise it slow then take it out. In America you then cover it in saw dust. This all results in the glaze cracking and giving you black vane-like webbing. (I went untraditional and made a series of snowmen for my family.) 

All my snowmen. It was really cool seeing how different they all turned out.

The red guy was the one with the most variety on him, some very dark while others were small spider lines. 

The classes went well. My drawing improved a lot. In ceramics I learned the wheel and made a few things on it. But really, this was Italy, so we went on a lot of trips to near by cities and towns. Over the course of the 10 weeks I would go to Venice, Verona, Rome, Pisa, San Gimignano, Fiesole, and Lucca.

The model, Lorenzo, was very lazy.

The 5 weeks of classes ended with a week off for those who are also doing the Summer term. For this week my whole family came over and stayed in town after being in Venice for the week of my finals. It was very nice to see my family again. I missed talking to my Dad, whom I would call every day when in America, and the 6 hour time difference was hard.

Ringling College - year one in review

I finally made it to Ringling, and I brought with me a lot of credits. The first question was if I would be a second year student or not. Ringling had just had there curriculum changed that year so students did foundation classes that were relevant to their majors. It came down to the department head, Ed, saying that he didn’t think I understood the principles of animation enough, needed to take this one course only offered in the spring, so he put me as a first year.

Because of my credits my first semester had only two 100 level courses. I took 200, 300, and 400 level courses to fill up my schedule. One class that I took was Intro to Sculpture class since I wanted to get a Fine Arts-Sculpture minor. (One of my back-up plans is to become a 3D modeler so sculpture will help me.)

One out of 5 casted dogs I made for sculpture. This one had a stone spray layered on to make it seem he was always made from stone.

One out of 5 casted dogs I made for sculpture. 

The wood project in sculpture. We could make anything and I cam up with this.

The classes were manageable since it didn’t turn out to be too many studio classes. The problem was that I had classes all over the place (levels wise) so didn’t make too many friends, hardly any for a while. I got a bit depressed with no one with me and started to even question if it was right for me to have left Moore, if I should have listened to Moe and stayed then gotten animation as a masters. 

Thankfully I started to become friends with a junior named Dee who was in my sculpture class and well as the Ministry of Magic club. She really helped me out that first term.

Spring came and I was in all 100 level classes, taking them with others in my major. I had meet a few the semester before but along with many others in the design family of majors. With having classes with the same group of people every time I got to make a lot of friends and got much closer to everyone on my dorm floor.

A male doll biased on the Leo horoscope sign for a project where we had to create our own product.

A box made as a final exam piece for 3D class I had to take.

The box not only open on top but had a secret door on the side with a hidden compartment for the book it was designed with.

But it was spring time, which ment that it was time to take this class that was the reason for me being back a year. Only guess what. The teacher was horrible! He had no idea how to use the programs, we didn’t have lectures, any examples he showed us related very little to what we were doing as well! I had to do every assignment with knowledge I already had about the subject. We didn’t learn squat! Finally Ed realized how far behind our class was and started teaching us instead (teacher was already scheduled for a different job in the summer.) 

We started to learn things finally, but the damage had been done. I’m not talking about knowledge, I mean trust. I no longer trust Ed as everyone else does. Not only did he hold me back for a class I learned nothing it, there was a sophomore in the class as well! She had apparently failed that class before and was taking it again but still was a 2nd year student. So I ask, how was that fair?

First year at Ringling, not that impressive. If it wasn’t for the people and classes I knew I would be taking later, I would regret coming.

Video I made of everyone in my hall, what we did and how we went from being a people that live next to each other to a family.