3.25.2007

purloined pleasures

Molly brought me some pretty wool from Germany when she was there over Christmas.


It took about two months to get here in the slow and cheap mail, but because now it's spring break I finally have time to play with it.

Isn't "knitting your brow" a funny expression? But I think I'm doing just that in concentration over my needles . . .

3.17.2007

per your request

I don't think you'll be able to critique my design from it, but yes, this is part of what I do at school. A photo of my presentation . . . and the model.But no picture of me in front loking triumphant. One of my professors from a previous studio was hovering behind me with a camera while I was presenting my project the second time and managed to capture me mid-questioning-look and awkward point-to-the-design-aspect-up-for-debate. Which she promptly emailed to me, but I'll spare you that. She didn't actually review my project with me, but when I talked to her later, the thing she brought up first was the choice of green as a choice for the graphics. Why was this a problem? "Maybe not the best for your blue eyes." Maybe that's why I'm not posting the photo with me in front! But otherwise, the critiques were mostly helpful. By this point though (after 5 years of practice), if we know our reviewers well enough before we talk to them, it's pretty easy to predict what they'll like and what they'll hate, which issues they'll want to discuss and what design struggles they don't even want to hear about.
End-of term reviews are always anti-climactic. We all work for days and days, living and breathing our projects and then we discuss our work with two different people for about half an hour each and then it's done.

We stumbled out into the sunshine to celebrate the accomplishment of being halfway through our final studio with a group lunch, and then I wandered back to school to see some of the other reviews (furniture studio and some of the architecture ones) before collapsing on the grass with friends for the remainder of the afternoon.
The perfect way to spend the rest of the day. We giggled ourselves silly and the guys played music. Very relaxing. When I got home, I slept/dozed for two hours and then got up to eat and have a glass of wine with the girls and then, when I finally got to bed, managed to sleep in till 10 this morning.
I will miss these university days.

Now I have to catch up on the rest of my life. Some things manage to fall to the wayside when a deadline looms --like housecleaning.

3.13.2007

model behavior

I spent the entire evening yesterday starting work on the model for my presentation on Friday.
I'd rather draw a drawing any day: one point perspective? two point perspective? --I'll diagram the thing to death if you want but please don't make me model a building! (Usually I leave them till the very last, which doesn't help things.)
I only poked myself with the exacto knife once, but when I didn't notice that it actually bled quite a bit I only narrowly missed staining an all-white model.
But other than that, it was fine. Surprised myself, actually.

But it's not finished yet.

3.05.2007

springtime on campus


Gorgeous weather today . . . sorry to bring up such a mundane topic, but it's so beautiful!
Spring is definitely on the way --things even smell better! The cherry tree outside Molly's room is budding and campus is looking so pretty and green. When I was driving to Salem this weekend I enjoyed the vivid green grass with the blue hills in the background. The colors are spectacular. And the sheep, I can't leave out the sheep. No lambs yet, but lots of sheep in the foreground. (I don't know why all these sheep have interstate-front properties, but I've always wondered.)

Two more weeks left to work on my studio project . . . three more weeks of term . . . then spring break!! I think Molly and I will go to Seattle for at least a little bit and drop in on our friend Ayda. Other than that, a lot of nothingness planned for me. Well, the job hunt should be pursued. At the professional firms visiting day last week, I felt rather claustrophobic. There were all kinds of firms with big splashy posters and "booths" up. And there I was, walking through the narrow aisles with my portfolio clutched tightly to my chest. A hand thrust in my direction: "How are YOU doing today?!" in a big booming voice. And: "What's your major? OOooh interiors. Well, we've got a GREAT interiors group at ---(insert "three-intial-combination of your choice" architecture firm. Really.) !"

Scary salesmen.

In the meantime, I need to cook some dinner and do some more CAD tonight. (Some days I think my life is measured in linecommands: line-copy-crop-offset-trim-zoomout-zoomin-move-line-line-
POLYLINE!-crop-zomout.)