Day 1: First Day Funk

The start of a new blog! 

How refreshing.

To start things off w/ a resilient mood, this blog came about in my search for the artist within me (yes, call me crazy if you must). Lately, I've only been making art for the sake of art, i.e. for art school classes. In doing so, I feel I've completely betrayed the word 'passion'. My passion for art has sort of faded because the institution is controlling us art students to portray what they think is the proper form of art. It is not right. The manifestation of this soon-to-be (i hope) notorious blog has spurt forth from the frothy waters of Wonderland teh bring you the everyday musings and creations of a little lass who's slowly regaining back her passion for art and the hand-made.

That all above made sense or not, fret not. Take this blog as the beginning of a new chapter of a little art kid's life :)

doodoo doo doo doooo...

I awoke this morning to the idea of baking something. I truly DO NOT know much of how to cook or bake but i always do try... and they usually fail, visually speaking.

Today was frickety superb for me!!! I had an early morning class (8.30am) which I was late for as usual (but that didn't really matter today because the instructor was fortunately in a good mood. oh thank goodness.). Performance/installation class it was and I'm always excited for this class. It is just so intriguing. Interactive installations, whackass performances, video+intermedia - who can resist?! 

This morning, we had a bunch of performances from half the class for 4 hrs, and man do my classmates intimidate each other big time. During class someone in a bear bodysuit costume kept popping in and out of the classroom. Not your average cute cuddly bear, but a scary angry looking one. He freaked everyone out with his passiveness and the way he stayed in the classroom, stared and listened to us for quite some time. Funny enough, the instructor didn't know how to respond to the situation, so we sort of let him be in the classroom. Little did we know that it was one of our classmates who was absent in class that day. Yes we couldn't figure at first because truthfully, 1/3 of people in the class are always absent/extremely late for some shit or another that's probably related to art. I mean if you have an exhibition opening with your work in it you would obviously go to it than attend class, right? Hmmm I know I would, definitely. So yep, the person in the bear suit revealed his real self to us when he came back into the classroom towards the end of class and explained his performance and we critique.

But, the most odd part of today was having a swig with my two instructors and about half the class at the Granville ISland Hotel after class ended. The instructors treated us to two mega pitchers of swelling beer! I could not believe, but meh I was actually expecting it from my amazingly coolio instructors (the biker chick+paddington bear couple). hahahaha. and guess what, we students found the beer swell so ordered another pitcher and some snackity snacks to go along with it - yam fries, salmon chowder, hot hot buffalo wings. and that is the end of my loverly story of today. happy.

AND the main thing I'm supposed to be blogging about today is my creation!

Came home quite late from the mini drinking party at the hotel and the mini shopping at the grocery store so I had little to no time to cook anything special. So I ended up making EGG TARTS! 

As I mentioned before, I am not so good in baking + cooking yet, so my tarts came out granny-like. They were soo wrinkly (probably because of expansion and contraction due to my bursting excitement opening and closing the oven door). I don't regret having made them though because they taste mm mm yummy!

I should be asleep now. I have a gruesome internship presentation for tomorrow. aaaa.

Till then, I shall end in a song by a band i grew up listening to - The Carpenters' 'Please Mr. Postman '