GARETH KEENAN INVESTIGATES

Main Ideas: Exhausted, pumped for art class because I have the coolest art teacher ever, I got 5s on all 3 APs... I'm golden. I want to go to Williams now (a little premature... whatever)

    Just came back from 8 hours of art. Count them: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 !! Whatever, it's so much fun and I'm getting better. And yes it's probably the most intense thing that I've ever done... but I could actually do it for the rest of my life. Except for that I suck at composition and anatomy so i just work on color when i paint... ugh. I look around and everyone is so amazing and I go, "Geeze, I wonder how long it will take me to get THAT good. " And I realize: I can get there, but I'm going to have to bust my balls a hell of a lot before I get there. Goal: Paint like Lucian Freud and think like Francis Bacon (yeah, yeah, they were friends, okay, I get it, I'm typical)






Such Ballers....

(More on Lake Brant and my junior year worries in my post later tonight. What can i say? I'm a loser. Btw, Kill Bill Marathon probably... even though I really should be going to the gym....)