Art

I got an email from Brilliant this week that said he went to the Emily Carr exhibit at the art gallery this week. He saw lots of native art and commented that I would have liked it.



That comment got me thinking about art. I enjoy art. But not as much as I think some people think I do.

When I was a little kid, I liked art class in school, probably just like every kid. I also displayed most of my projects on my bedroom walls. My bedroom was actually something to see when I was little. I shared a room with my sister. On her side of the room, she had New Kids on the Block posters practically wallpaper the walls and the ceiling. I had my childhood art.

My mom encouraged me to do my art. I even took an art class outside of school. Art was a part of my mom's social life. Quite a few of her friends were local artist and I remember going to lots of art shows as a child. I think my mom thought I would be an artist when I grew up.

I took art in high school. The teacher was really nice but the clas was too structured for me and too into realism. I didn't do so hot in that class.

I still like seeing art but I am not a conniseur, by any means. When the Group of Seven collection came to my hometown, I went to see it. I saw some nice things, but I mainly went to say I went. There was really only one piece I liked, and I don't remember it. I don't have much art in my house. I just have a poster Asshole framed for me and some family photos. I have a little more art in my classroom - I have a neat picture that Asshole did (one of the things I didn't destroy after the recent drama) and one that a student drew for me.

I have done some recent art. It's on various people's Bebo pages. My best piece must be of Andrew (a TA at the school) guarding some puke. It is truly a masterpiece.