Tonight I went to a USU Art Department print sale from the printmaking, etching, lithograph classes and whatnot. A lot of talent there. Plus the prices were very decent, so I got some Christmas presents there. While slowly taking my time observing crappy art and good art, trying not to walk too quickly past the crap…people can improve, best not to crush their spirits; someone called out Chris! Hey, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you were into this scene. My initial response was that she was out of place..Stephanie belongs in my math class, not on my voyages of culture absorption. But the cogs started turning in my mind and I remembered that she was into art and was going into the field. Then my being out of place was clear. Few people know I do art, and fewer think of me as an artist. It’s funny, unless you show people certain parts of yourself, they assume quite a bit. I’ve gotten surprise about my art, my athleticism, my appreciation for shitty movies, learning, and school. People are often shocked when I hint in that I’m wise to their games…be it D&D fantasy nerd chat, 1337 speak, or knowledge in various religious, historical, and scientific fields. I prefer to drop a few gems of wisdom and have people assume my greatness (oh yeah, thanks to that this brain in one of my science classes has been hitting on me *shudders*) Anyway, Steph was glad to see me; I was happy that she was happy. I helped her get her final she missed in class, and she showed me her art. I bought a couple pieces to encourage her, and because one of them specifically spoke to me. (metaphorically speaking of course)
Anywho, print related, uncle Albert set up a litho press, and soon he and I will have to start kicking out prints. Peace.