I got back into town this morning, but spent most, if not all of my ride transcribing the notes from yesterday’s class at MICA. Teaching this class is not only exciting, and exhausting but incredibly challenging as well because I have never had to assemble anyone other than myself to create a unified body of work. I don’t feel only like an art director, but also like a project manager because. Like I said, this is such a fascinating experience because there are so many different facets of the production to coalesce. But more than anything we really don’t know how The Snow Queen production is going to end up looking like.
I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a tinge of anxiety within me.
But I am no stranger to that feeling, and so, I expect it to surface especially when I try new things. This place of in-between that I talk and write so much about, well, I’m in it again. I think spending some time in there really helps to build character and separates me from my super ego because it’s my super ego that tells me oftentimes that I should not do something because it is too challenging and therefore will make me sad, frustrated, or hurt. I can say that so far, I have felt only one of these feelings (frustration) but conversely the amount of positive feelings that I’m getting in return far outweighs that frustration.
I have also managed to quell this anxiety because I have such a slammin’ group of students who are incredibly articulate, talented, charismatic and hard working, a fantastic director (who makes me feel like I’m in grad school studying theatre design even though I have never been to grad school), a brilliant producer who comes up with genius ideas even when he’s been worked into the ground himself, and an extremely pragmatic and efficient theatre manager.
Wait, that sounded like I was just awarded an Oscar or Grammy.
Did I ever confess that I used to want to be a back-up dancer for Janet Jackson or some rnb group in the 80s like Bel Biv Devoe?
My day consisted of, as I started to explain, transcribing and simplifying my notes from the class’ discussion about the production last night, and then to try to organize it in a way that could inspire new assignments, and how to make use of class time, and enlist the help of others to construct some of the parts for the production (I’m talking sets and costumes).
When I arrived at my studio, I immediately began to respond to emails, and then started to work on rough sketches that I have due for two tomorrow. I picked up three freelance gigs last Friday (which made me a bit nervous because I still have not settled into my new schedule of teaching at two schools, advising a graduate student, teaching one class online, working on my freelance illustration assignments and trying to watch the new season of Dexter at the bar down the street from where I live… ha!)
Again, I sound as though I’m complaining, but I’m not I’m describing some of my daily routines.
So in the midst of working on these rough sketches for clients, I was persuaded somehow to begin laying out some of the visuals from the Snow Queen production (you can see it at snowqueenremix.tumblr.com) only because I started to feel slightly overwhelmed about the possibility of not being able to create a sense of visual consistency amongst the images that I was receiving from my students.
The thing with me is that I have a tendency to think too much. That if my thoughts are not transcribed onto paper, then they continue to waft and curl around inside of my head. So I knew at that point that I had to appease this obsession of mine and so I pulled up some of the visuals that I had of my students work, which were beautifully done, by the way, and started to piece them together randomly to create pleasing and unified compositions. Honestly, I got lost in this process for a while, and then after posting it online, got back to my freelance work.
Now, I’m going to work for a bit more, and then head to SVA to check out the MFA Illustration students’ book project exhibition. I’m excited to see the gorgeous work on display.
* The illustration at the top of the page was done for Reader’s Digest; it’s a piece about memory loss.
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