Wednesday, May 19, 2010

6/30, 7/30, 8/30

This little project is turning out to be a little more difficult than I planned.  And I thought I planned it pretty well.  PJ getting sick didn't fit into my plans.  I now need to catch up, and these three have a common denominator, so here we go...

I feel in college and rather specifically the art department is where I really came into my own skin.  I met really encouraging instructors and mentors and discovered a passion I didn't know existed.  I truly enjoyed my time there and learning from them.

6/30
Up first, Marty. By far the most unloved professor in the department. To say he was unloved, well,  is to say he was disliked.  I liked Marty. In my eyes, he served  God first, he also served his country, he's a husband and father to two special needs boys.  He doesn't give a hoot what anyone thinks of him.  He's definitely marching to the beat of his own drum and makes no concessions or excuses about it.  I like that.

7/30
Barry Potter.  Barry and clay class were all time favorites of mine.  Unrequited love if you will.  I gave clay everything I had and it just didn't love me back.  I'm here to tell you that it's not as easy as the movie Ghost portrays it to be.   And you know I only took that class because I hoped to recreate that one very hot scene from the movie.  I can't think of one specific trait I like best about Barry - for time's sake he's an all time favorite person of mine and I'm glad I met him.    Oh, besides my momma, Barry was the first person to display my art in his home (so he said...)

8/30
Lynn, must have been some kind of zen master in another life.  The man has the patience of a Saint.  After his clear and explicit lecture on how to load and unload and develop film (yea, this was old school) I promptly developed a blank roll.  And another.  Third times a charm, right?   It also took me all semester before I actually processed (no pun intended) everything I learned and took a great photograph.  Besides being an example of patience personified - he taught me something about photography I'll always remember.  As a young, budding (not!) photography student,  I was traveling all over town looking for the most interesting frame to capture .  Lynn told me to stop going places and to look for the interesting stuff at home and in my own backyard.  Of course he was right.

Again, I really struggled getting these three out.   I'm not sure why, I really enjoyed college and thinking about those good ole days put a smile on my face.  I think I was just trying too hard.

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