Month: September 2015

Tea Falls in the Fall

Tea Falls in the Fall

In an ongoing series called “Gallery Exhibitions in Spaces but not in Space” where I talk to artists that have a gallery space at CSULB, this week I delve into the work of Kiyomi Fukui and her ever-changing gallery space. If you think about it, Kiyomi is kind of magician to have her gallery continuously change everyday throughout the week just like the changing of visitors that would continually come in and out of the show (I shall break the magician code this week! And explain her magic trick later, it’s a doozy).

(Note, this was my first interview of an artist that was not of an acquaintance or friend, I didn’t even know her name when I first spoke to her. She was a blank slate as you might have it, a complete stranger to me however thanks to Kiyomi’s help, the interview went exceedingly well.)

So the story goes like this, I was interviewing Jaycen Mont Rios about his show, .stonedon a Tuesday afternoon but I couldn’t help but to look across the way to Kiyomi’s gallery, where she sat behind a small table, welcoming guest to her gallery. “Jaycen, what’s going on with that show across from us?”, I inquired to my companion that sat at the table with me. “You mean that gallery over there? It’s a tea ceremony kind of thing. Go get some free tea, man,” he stated in his forever chilled tone of voice. Of course I had to finish my conversation/interview with Jaycen before starting a new interaction with someone else and getting free tea (I do have some sort of manners after all, my mama raised me right). As we kept talking, I would glance back to Kiyomi’s gallery, the Dutzi, to realize that people came and went but would always stop to talk to her even if they didn’t partake in the tea. It was an astounding sight to me because for one, she genuinely wanted to talk to her visitors (I mean, yeah sure, most artists that have had galleries here at school would like to talk to the visitors about art but she interacted with them on a different level, having real conversations that deviated from art onto other life topic, plus it wasn’t artificially forced either) and second, she had actually accumulated an audience for herself in front of her gallery(I want to do that when I have a gallery show).

Having finally finish my interview with Jaycen and waiting for her previous guests to leave the table, I decided that I was thirsty and the only things that would quench this thirst was tea and figuring out what her show was truly about (it couldn’t just be about a tea ceremony, could it?). So I strolled on by to her gallery and said hello. She replied with a smile and, “Hi, would you like some tea?” In my head, I was like, “Hell yes!”, but I decided that “Yes, please. Thank you.” for first impressions would suffice. I casually sat down across from her, she poured me a cup of tea which was a deep rose red color. If you, the reader, inspected the table, you would see that the table was covered by a very reddish purple tablecloth. In the center of the cloth was little shells and other shapes made of sugar that could be used to sweeten your tea. An adorable and very personal touch, seeing as Kiyomi casted the sugar into the shape of all the different objects that she had found during her travels, such as shells.

Now, here is where the magic happened. We just started to talk. Simply put, it was a natural, uncoerced conversation between two human beings.  Call me Marty McFly because this is when I entered a time warp, it must have been about 15 minutes (or longer, I don’t know how to estimate time to be honest) before I realized that the tranquil conversation that I had entered, I didn’t even know Kiyomi’s name. I was dumbfounded by this revelation, we had spoken to each other as if we were long time friends just catching up on life. “We’ve been talking for a while now, I forgot all about introductions. Your name is?”, I had to ask, it’s just something I need to know if I’m talking to someone for the first time. “Kiyomi.” “Ki-yo-mi… is that right?” “Yes and your name is?” “Tony.” It’s amazing what type of information you can get when you’re in a very welcoming and unfenced conversation. She had received a BFA in Graphic Design from another college and while she was tending to that degree, she also found a love for Printmaking. Thus, this is why she’s at CSULB now, to get a MFA degree in Printmaking. Kiyomi isn’t a party animal, so one on one (or sometimes 4 on 1 for her case) face to face interactions are very important to her. As you can see with the way she set up her show, she took on the challenge to have as many face to face interactions as possible (a ballsy move, but one that comes with a great deal of courage to pull off) in where she created a judgement free-zone. The goal for her was accept the person and their words at true face value and to listen to their stories with no ill intent. The original intent of her show however, as she told me, was a place for people to share their insecurities and to accept them but it evolved into a more positive route because as people began to speak to her, it just became more cheery and explorative in nature of the people she spoke too.

So I told you I would reveal the magic trick of the daily-changing-gallery show of Kiyomi and so I will.  I just thoroughly explained one part of it, the people that stopped by the gallery. Each visitor was a key to this mystery because they helped change the gallery space. As I continued to drink my hibiscus tea, Kiyomi asked me if I would spill some it on the tablecloth (in truth, I didn’t want to waste a drop of it because it was so delicious but she’s the artist after all so I couldn’t say no) because she actually took each cloth at the end of the day and hung it in her gallery. With each new visitor was a new spill, a new drop, a new stain, ultimately a new piece of art to be hung. That week everyone had left a remnant (keyword for all you taking notes) with Kiyomi. Second part of the magic was the tea; she explained to me that tea, if you think about it, tea are tiny remnants of something much bigger such as a plant or a herb but when tiny remnants are collected from all over and mixed together it forms something amazing such as tea. Something that was once alive, now beautifully repurposed for something else. The tablecloth was a remnant of a tree, the sugar was casted from the remnants of nature, we as visitors were remnants with our stories, our spills, our drips. We left Kiyomi a small part of ourselves when we chose to interact with her that week but she also left a small part of herself with us that week (with free tea and sugar!). And that my friends, is the real magic, when she gave us something physical to grasp such as tea, sugar, and comfort but what she gets in return is instead incorporeal, such as our time, memories, and stories. However, as any good magician would have it, just when we thought the magic trick was over, we realized at the end that we were grasping her time, memories, and stories the whole time. I applaud you Kiyomi for a such masterful show.

Finally a little gift for you, the reader, I would like to leave you with a poem(also the artist statement) from the artist herself that she delightfully categorized as “positive propaganda”. It is called Reminiscing Remnants: Survival List for the Scary World,

“Consuming traces of life, which means eating and drinking

Finding a connection to the person in front of you

Chit-chatting meanings

To be comfortable breathing in someone else’s CO2

Love what you love

See what the person in front of you loves

Pay a tiny a bit of care, whether you love it or not

Share the good stuff

Share the bad stuff

Leave your marks

Look back with love Read too much into

Forget about it

Remember later

Reminisce the remnants”

 

“Disposable Thoughts” on Disposable Materials

“Disposable Thoughts” on Disposable Materials

In an ongoing series called “Gallery Exhibitions in Spaces but not in Space”, this past week I delved into the works of (and when I say works I mean 1000 pieces of work to be specific, they drew 500 each) Tidawhitney Lek and Daniel Antonio Rivera Echeveria. So the stories goes like this, Tida and Daniel are both friends of mine that I had the luxury of meeting in art classes. Tida was in my first ever art class at CSULB which was Foundation 2D but ironically(not very ironic, since I was extremely shy freshman year) we didn’t talk to each other until later in life when we had other art classes together (however she was one of the few people in that first ever art class that ultimately became a really good friend of mine, so she has a special place in the heart). She’s the deep thinker type and you can up talking to her for hours about philosophical topics. In Daniel’s case of when I first met him, it was actually just last Spring semester in Mold-Making class that I made his acquaintance. He is one of the friendliest people you can meet and one of those hardworking kind of guy where he operates on minimal sleep but puts in optimal work all, the, damn, time. They do have similarities that ended up making their show such a success, from their shared determination, to having an eye or should I say eyes for detail, and the amount of work they put into their art is insane and I mean that in the most respectful way.

Before I jump head on into the interview, I’ll paint a picture of the show the best I can to you, the reader, of what I witnessed at the show. The gallery that Tida and Daniel was located in for the week was the Dutzi and it can be best described as a very spacious but modest rectangular room. When I attended the opening night of the gallery, I overheard some people in the gallery reacted to the 1000 napkins that were sewn together and hung from the ceilling with, “I just want to sleep on it” and “It looks like a massive cloud” to which I agreed because I just wanted to throw my body into it and take a long thoughtful nap. Here’s why, it looked like a giant canopy and as strange as it sounds, it was welcoming to the visitor. If it could talk it would have a super chillax voice, “Hey, welcome, come in, relax, enjoy this art at your own accord.” If you look at the featured image, you’ll only get a jest of what visitors walked into because that was only a section of the hanging napkins (yes you read that right, napkins) compared to the actual full-scale size of it. As you traverse the gallery, there was a cave (for a lack of a better term or because I’m too lazy to find a better word) formed by the hanging napkins in where the visitor was welcomed to walk under to explore it’s underbelly. If you continued to walk all around the work, you’ll realized the uniqueness of each napkin. The images on the napkins ranged from a picture of the Batman symbol to a self-portrait to a free form quickly-drawn pattern to exactly 997 more images.

Full disclosure, this is going to be one of the few blog post in which I’ll format it in an interview blog post style but bare with me here because I promise you I’ll add the Tony charm to it as I do so well. So I decided to ask the both of them a series of questions, the classic five as you would have them; how, what, when, where, and why in a not so classic way. The purpose of this type of questioning is because I honestly wanted to know what lead to how and then to where which finally escalates to when and you have to ask why these two people or anybody in life would want to team up and create art together.

Let’s start. (Note, I interviewed them separately)

Me: How did you and Tida/Daniel meet?

Daniel: Tida was working on a huge canvas in one of the painting rooms and that caught my attention. Seeing a girl work on big paintings here at school ain’t common so I thought I better befriend her.

Tida: The first time we met was before we had any classes together. He had stopped by room 202 because I was painting a six-foot painting. It was awkward because he came in and just sat and watched me paint. We then had class for the first time together in advance painting.

How did you two come together to devise a show?

Daniel: I don’t recall who decided to work on a collaboration. But I do know that we both wanted to do more than hang paintings on a wall but yet keeping it in the realm of drawing and painting. So we both agreed on an installation.

Tida: I can’t honestly remember who brought up the idea first but I do remember saying that i wanted to do a collab with him because he was producing art in other ways I thought would broaden my knowledge of what I already new in terms of art making. For sure I told him no paintings. He was down for it.

What was it like to work with someone else on such a big project?

Daniel: It was interesting and fun since we started with one idea and that lead to another idea until we arrived at napkins. We both agreed on napkins because they’re inexpensive and the idea of disposing out thoughts related to napkins in the idea of materiality.

Tida: It was definitely a great experience, it taught many things. I would love to do it again and its worth it. There is a benefit to this.

Are there any fun story about the visitors that stopped by the gallery, any profound feedback from them?

Daniel: While installing (the work) this old couple stopped by and were curious what we were doing. Ends up being that the husband was an artist and had recently had a show about napkins, he did portraits on those napkins. He made about 300 of them.

Tida: We had a crit with a couple of professors that brought up interesting perspectives that I didn’t anticipate, and so that widen my eyes even more about what art can be and where it can lead to.

What was the one thing you wanted people to walk away from the show to feel, think, to know?

Daniel: Personally I wanted the audience to experience the importance of one’s own ideas. and how easily we leave ideas up in the air if we don’t capitalize on them. Also to show a different approach on what drawing could be.

Tida: Particularly, I wasn’t concern with audience. This was an engaging art project that was meant to explore the possibilities of art making. And this was an excellent opportunity to show works on this kind of massive scale.

So out of your 500 drawings which do you remember doing the most?

Daniel: I saw myself scratching my head for more ideas. Seriously, I noticed that I was drawing these abstracted figures.

Tida: Out of the 500 drawings. I remember doodling and these doodles would comes back in swirls, many, many of them combine together to form different compositions. I suspect them to be the next set of paintings series that would make.

Final thoughts on the matter, it was extremely fun to interview these two and their show blew my mind. Furthermore, it always great to see friends succeed in their shared goal of finding a new way to approach art-making and they did it as a collaboration, which is an achievement in itself (take it from me, I’ve seen people melt from the pressures of team-based art projects).

The show left me with the view of it being surrealist, from the concept of thoughts to the display of how thought accumulate in mass and flows within mind but now come to think of it, it also touched on realism. The realism behind how fragile our napkin thoughts can be, it flees from us, it stays with us, it hangs high, it hangs low, it occupies a space, our gallery (well, Tida’s and Daniel’s gallery) and sometimes it can become tangible because we make it tangible.

Jaycen not Jason (“Gallery Exhibitions in Spaces but not in Space”)

Jaycen not Jason (“Gallery Exhibitions in Spaces but not in Space”)

In an ongoing series called “Gallery Exhibitions in Spaces but not in Space” where I talk to artists that have a gallery space at CSULB, this week I delve into the work of Jaycen Mont Rios. First things first, let me get this off my chest, Jaycen has a dope ass name, from the way “Jaycen” is spelt, to his last names, Mont and Rios. (Two last names?! I can only imagine how astonishing the story for his family genealogy is) Full disclosure on my part, Jaycen isn’t some random artist stranger that I interviewed (though that would be fun to do, so I already have. I’ll be posting that blog post soon, so stay tuned) but I actually spends about 3 hours with him every Tuesday and Thursday in Foundry class.

So the story goes like this, this is first semester I met the guy and before I can talk about his art, let me tell you about him. He is by far the most chillest dude I have met in college. And that’s saying a lot, since I’ve already spent a good four years interacting with the Cal State Long Beach populous. Here’s why he’s the most laid-back dude I know, the way he speaks is very calm and nonchalant, never rushes to finish a sentence and you can instantly tell when you talk to him that he’s just going with life’s flows. He’s too cool to have self-induced stress. Furthermore, he’s the kind of guy that always looks on the bright side. As you know, (if you live in Southern California) we’ve been struck with a sickening heat wave as of late and people (me included) constantly complain about the heat and I’ll always remembered how he humbled me in class by saying, “It’s hot, yeah, but it’s not that hot. People live in hotter places, we’re just not used to it in California.” Consider that statement for a moment at face value, ‘yes it’s hot but there are hotter places in this world we’re just not used to the heat spike’ and now consider it with another meaning, a deeper empathic one, ‘some people live in different States or countries with much worse heat than we do so we shouldn’t complain but instead we should remember this face and be grateful we don’t have it so bad’. (Of course I would in my usual read-way-too-much-into-a-simple-statement-self get to that conclusion) So this was what Jaycen’s concept for his show .Stoned was all about: duality, the face value or our self-interpretation of the content that the art presents compared to the actual meaning/intent of the work.

Jaycen shared the Merlino gallery with other printmakers but he had the whole left wall to himself which he hung four prints from the wall. Of the four, two of those prints got a lot of attention from the visitors while I was interviewing him for this blog post but let’s start with the title of his show: .stoned. It’s a major hint to what his show will be all about. A double entendre of being under the influence with mary jane and of the process of lithography in which stones are etched upon to be used as like giant stamps to create the prints for the show. The first one was a print of a blown-up hand flicking off the viewer, with the words ‘To: Charles Banowetz” scrawled in the upper left-hand corner of the print. On two separate occasions, this print was asked about but more specifically asked about who was Charles Banowetz and What did he do you to get his name on this print? The middle finger is a very powerful gesture and to address it someone made the image that more powerful so people we’re intrigued. I can definitely say nobody and I mean nobody would think that that middle finger to Charles Banowetz was meant as a nice gesture but it actually was. Jaycen explained that Charlez Banowetz is a friend of his who graduated Cal State Long Beach and to include his name in the work was meant as a respectful gesture not a disrespectful one. He further explained that sometimes you just have those friends that you can be rude to, or do otherwise offensive things too but hey, they’re that friend that will just end up doing the same to you with the same offensiveness admiration. So as a jest, a giant “F-You” to a friend was produced with good-natured intentions.

The second print that also garnered attention was Ladies Love the D (personally my favorite because of its double entendre). The image consisted of two silhouettes of two ladies in flower dresses (the kind of dresses that you would picture on 1950’s white-picket fences mothers to wear while they call in their children for supper) with their backs turned to the viewer intently looking at a car. Finally on the print was the words; Ladies Love the D. As I sat with Jaycen talking about whatever the hell we were talking about during that time, two older ladies come out of the gallery and starts to talk to Jaycen about his work. One of them (a gentle, tranquil looking lady, who rolled around a backpack) tells us about how she stood there looking at Ladies Love the D while trying to figure about what the “D” stood for. She then recited all the words started with the letter “D” and even the dirty letter “D” but wanted to know from the artist what he was trying to tell viewer. He said that the “D” stood for Datsun, the car brand since he loved Datsuns and as to why he loves them so much, “Because they’re different than other cars.” I’m telling you, this guy is too chill. To be fair to that old lady, I for one didn’t know what the “D” stood for but at face value I thought it just meant the typical “D”. I saw the car on the print plain as day but I just thought, “Huh, the “D”, that hilarious.”

But it wasn’t the “D”, but an idea, a lesson that Jaycen taught me and hopefully other people through his work, a lesson that we all know by heart but we don’t realize often; the face value or our self-interpretation of anything are only half of the content presented compared to the wondrously, amazingly full and actual meaning/intent that we instinctively miss when we just look and don’t ask.

Purpose and Intent

Purpose and Intent

Dear reader, first off the bat I wanted to take a moment to thank you, the reader. To be honest, I didn’t know people would actually even read my blog (even though I’ve been running around this week like a madman telling everyone about it) and actually enjoy it. You guys have been great with the compliments and constructive feedback that will make this blog even better for me and you. This entry however is not only a thank you to you but it will also serve as my mission statement since many of you guys have asked “What is the blog for? Why did you start the blog?”. Simply put, the idea was to make a blog that was fun and entertaining for myself. A way to collect and record all the sorts of thoughts and experiences that happens in my life. But, and this is a big but (ha, big but), it felt like it was missing something, an angle, a hook, a focus that would make me happy to write about and make any reader that stumbles upon this blog site by purpose or mistake to be happy also. Something they can come back to ever so often.

The focus for this blog are about storytelling, human interaction, and I know how strange this is going to show but I really want you, the reader, to know about the people I know. Let me explain that last focus first because it’s so strange. There in the back of my head was always this question that started from this concept that I was so blessed to know the people I knew in life but the question is why? This question has open-ended answers and can be approached in so many different ways that I might never know the scientific answer but I do know the spiritual one: fate. So dear reader, I would like to mimic fate and let you meet people  If they were so gracious with sharing their time with me for just even a moment or even years of their lives, I wanted you to know who these people were and how life made them them.

This crazy concept then led to a self-study of human interaction and how it’s an amazingly strange thing we do as a society yet we do it so naturally and effortlessly at times. I find myself analyzing these specific questions in my head as a I talk to a friend or an acquaintance, “What led me to know you? What is our history together? We used to be strangers but now we’re friends and know of each other’s existence all due to information we’re willing to give to each other during our interactions. It’s just so damn amazing if you think about it.” Sorry those last two were not questions but a realization of how human interaction thrives on storytelling.

If you know me, and know me well, you know that I love stories and the aspect of storytelling. So much so that if you meet me by the art buildings, you’ll see me by a campfire with a pot of beans cooking over it and with my cactus named Spike Jones serving as protection from dangerous cow-eating-wolves. You’ll witness me telling stories to the local artists on the extraordinary adventures of two local detectives. (Sadly, all of that was made up but you get my point.)  We tell each other stories every single day, some are truths, some are lies, some are better than others, sure but we all do it. Matter of fact, we read it, we watch it, we listen to it, an art form that can only evolve with time yet will always be heard the same, with purpose and intent.

Finally, to all those eagle-eyed readers and comprehenders, you’ll notice a fourth hook I’ve included. You guys get a cookie (does not involve actually cookie).

Damn Universe! You’s tricky.

Damn Universe! You’s tricky.

[Bonus points if you know where this picture is from]

Today has been an extremely tiring day due to the heat and lack of sleep but I wanted to end today on a higher note, a brighter one if you would have it. So the story goes like this, I usually carpool with a buddy of mine, let’s call him Jimmy Dean because hell, we always carpool in the morning and Jimmy Dean is all about that breakfast menu, boom perfect fake name. (Fun fact: Jimmy Dean was a singer that own a food company named after himself.) As for the fake name,(spoilers) you’ll see why I chose to use one in the next sentence.

Today is Monday which meant that Jimmy Dean had class at 9, not only that but Jimmy Dean likes to get to class early so he sit next to a girl he’s interested. (Ohh la la la and this is why a fake name must be used to save the identity of a friend. You can never be too careful.) To make his plan work he needed to get to my place from 8:10-8:15 so there would be enough time to drive, park, and power walk to this special class of his. Now this is where things gets bad for Jimmy Dean for he had notice that his hair was unwieldy when he woke, in his words “a hot mess”. At 8:22 he finally arrives to my house, the first thing I asked him while I hopped into the car was, “What happened to 8:10-8:15?” So he tells me the story about his hair, he had to get it just right if he was seeing this girl today. But the irony behind his action is that if he took all that time to fix his hair for her but came late anyways to lose his chance to sit next to her, then what was the point? Of course I took the chance to rub the irony in his face but he shrugged off my comment because at that point we still believed he would make it to school on time. Jimmy Dean is looking for love dammit and he’s going to get it!

Now this is where the story goes from bad to worst. As we headed for the freeway, Jimmy Dean let out a “Oh my god, why?”, the entrance was full of traffic. When we were on the freeway he vocalized that the Universe was against him because surprise, traffic. When finally exited on Palo Verdes, you guessed it, traffic but this time his voice when two octave higher with a, “What? Why? This… argh, the Universe is against me!” By the time we arrived to school it was already pass 9:00 o’clock and class had started.

As his co-pilot for that entire ride, I reassured him that there is always a bright side to everything and maybe just maybe in some crazy way the Universe was not against him at all but the opposite. It was helping him sit next to the girl. And dear reader, I can gladly say that I was right but the Universe decided to up the ante on this little event for my friend. Not only did the lucky bastard get the seat next to her although late but he also got her number at the end of class. Well played Universe, well played.

Moral of the story (I can only assume that there is one): If you have a bad morning, the Universe doesn’t necessarily give you a bad day also, so chin up and live the day fully.

The Show was Called Damascus and Two Other Words That Are Very Unpronounceable to Me (Gallery Exhibitions in Spaces but not in Space)

The Show was Called Damascus and Two Other Words That Are Very Unpronounceable to Me (Gallery Exhibitions in Spaces but not in Space)

In a new ongoing series called “Gallery Exhibitions in Spaces but not in Space” where I talk to artists that have a gallery space at CSULB, this week I delve into the work of my friend William Brigham and his multi-medium show. So this entry is kind of Back To The Future-ish because even though I made this blog site just yesterday the art show I attended was actually last week’s news. Almost like I’m riffing on Last Week Tonight with John Oliver.

So the story goes like this, my friend and sometimes “act like my asshole bigger brother” William Brigham had an art show at Cal State Long Beach. For a quick summary, the show was great. Will had at his show the Damascus knives that he completed (one was a gift to his buddy 25th birthday in which Will used the wood from his friend’s broken speargun for the handle of the knife), Mokume Gane vessels that he had perfected that summer and a ceramic technique called Nerikomi that has a resemblance to Mokume Gane technique. That night a lot of people came out, a lot of people ate food (generously prepared by the artists or their families”, and a lot of people talked to the artists about their work. However, Will had a lot more people talk to him than the other galleries and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. I strolled into the show late to see a smoke from a BBQ grill fill the air next to his gallery, the Merlino. His dad was BBQing that day because well, that’s Will for you. Go big or go home. The Merlino Gallery is not a big space by the way, it can be compared to as having two hallway length space (if that even makes sense to you guys). Of course it didn’t matter because it was packed in by people. At the center of this art can of sardines was Will talking his head off to everyone. I could have swore when he finished talking to someone or a couple of someones more someones would have been hovering around in the back, waiting to swoop in to ask him the same question someone else must”ve had asked him before. This would have drove me insane, to be asked the same questions over and over again but not to Will. In his own kooky way, I think he actually enjoyed talking about his art over and over and over again.

When I got the chance, I quickly became that someone who swooped in to talk to the man of the hour. I had to pay my respects to the artist after all, I went in for a handshake and instead I got a hug. This was the kind of man Will was, a weirdo. I’m only half joking at his expense here, because he’s not a weirdo for the hug but he is a weirdo. To be fair, who isn’t in there own unique way, right? In truth, the hug to a friend rather than a handshake was because he was extremely proud of  what he had achieved in that gallery space that day. He was more than happy to share the space, knowledge, and experiences with his friends. Simply put, he was more than happy to share art with his friends and visitors that day.

P.S.

After-story-mint-story, I ran back into Will that night to say goodbye and he giddily tells me that the woman and her assistance that he had been talking to for almost an hour (that is my time estimate, not his) was from a fancy-pants art collector (and I do mean fancy-pants) that was very interested in his work. Amazing right? Good luck to you Will!

First post to my first blog

First post to my first blog

Alrighty, if you’re reading this then that means you saw my Facebook post about this site or you actually scrolled far enough to the beginning to see the first post ever. Anyways the main reason for starting this post is because there is this Professor at Cal State Long Beach, I won’t divulge his name but he teaches his students the art scene by making them make a blog about artists at school. Note, I never took this guy’s class but I thought it strange for me to not have a site and a blog of my own. The requirements for having a blog are already fulfilled by my personality, first be very opinionated which I am to a certain extend. And second, have the willingness to write about it and share with others. Bing-bam-boom and that is why I started this blog. Now to only see if people are willing to read about my thoughts lol.