Archive for April, 2008

They Only Want You When You’re Seventeen

April 30, 2008

Birthday shenanigans were pretty intense. Fuzzy days and nights with lots of work that need be done. But even with all the stress from school I still managed to keep up with it all. And now the year is coming to a close…

Last week I hung my work for an afternoon to be juried for the “big fucking deal” scholarship. I did not win, but it was still nice to just have my work up and looked at. The following day I had to bring my work back to the same place and hang it for the Junior Photography Show. I find that the work I hung is kind of boring, but it is smart, so I will not beat myself up over it. Saturday is the opening and we have arranged to share an open bar with the Crafts show which is happening on the floor below our show. (Well, our show is more or less on the balcony of their show.) I am hoping that I can sell some work, I could use some extra money, but I do not know just how marketable my photos in the show are.

This is the last week of actual classes, followed by exam week, and then critique week. And I have a couple of projects that are in progress, and one that needs to be completed start-to-finish. But I know I will get it all done.

This summer is bound to be interesting. New people in my life, new opportunities. Actually, let me elaborate on the latter. So I wrote some e-mails to a number of photographers regarding internship options over the summer. I waited two, maybe three weeks and still had no responses. My summer plans changed to moving to Rochester, NY for the summer to spend it with my brother. Then I got one response. From an artist here in Philly. He was my first choice and he said he has all these things that he could use help on. Changed my summer yet again. The following day I recieved another response from an artist in New York City. He said he did not need much help and that he tends to work alone and slowly, but I was more than welcome to come lend a hand whenever. I e-mailed him back saying that I was taking the internship here in Philly, but to let me know whenever he needs any help and I would gladly go up and help him out.

I figure this may be totally overwhelming, but I could use a busy summer with a lot of learning from actual photographers. They both are really conceptually driven, so I am bound to learn a ridiculous amount of who-knows-what. The one here in Philly is actually a gay artist as well, so working with him should be another way to learn more and more about myself along with the community.

All in all, I am psyched. And Ladytron was way wrong… twenty-one is more fun.


Try to keep up

April 15, 2008

Everything in the past couple of weeks has been overwhelming.

School has gone from a feeling of “I got this, I can handle this,” to “Holy shit, I’m fucked. I’m fucked!” about once a day, everyday. And in the midst of drowning, a dingy comes and there is a glimpse of hope. Last Tuesday I got pulled out of my class to talk to a teacher that I did not know. She told me that of the entire junior photo class that I was one of the three selected to receive this scholarship. The way it works is that you get a 50% discount for attending these summer workshops at Peter’s Valley Craft Center in New Jersey. I was floored. The teachers selected me for some reason. I know my work is pretty good, but I feel like this semester I have struggled so much and have nothing really good to show for it. But hey, they see something in me and I will be damned to not take them up on every opportunity they allow me.

By Thursday I had fallen back into my stressed out, crazed state of mind that comes with when I feel like I am not being productive enough. I went to class where we were having a guest speaker come and demo for us some really neat alternative printing processes. I was the first student there, so I got to meet the artist and talk to him for a bit on a personal level (always a good thing, networking). So class begun and I was floored. He is an amazing digital printer (the one thing that I feel I am really weak at). I remembered where he was based out of and realized that he would be a great internship for the summer–with him personally or with his studio/gallery. I made sure to leave with his contact information and e-mailed him over the weekend. Now we just have to wait.

But while he was demoing, I got pulled aside again and handed an envelope that read “Urgent” in bright red letters in that really lovely stamp text. I started freaking out. I thought it had to do with some paper I found on the Lost and Found rack and took since I saw it sitting there for almost a week (hey, that shit is expensive, and if everyone is just going to walk by it, I will at least put it to good use). I opened the envelope. It read, “I am pleased to inform you…” blah blah blah. Another scholarship opportunity. This one, even more exclusive than the other. During our break I asked my teacher (who happens to be my advisor as well) what it was all about. She said, “Is that the Alexander? Yeah. Yeah… that’s a big fucking deal, Steven.” Only two people get selected from every department from the school and then there is a jury to look at our work and ONE person from the entire school gets this award. But you receive it after you graduate. Amazing.

But the issue with all of that is that the deadlines are all next week. That means I have to make final prints, mat them, frame them, and hang them for jurying. I also have to make a digital portfolio for another grant for this Friday. And hang my work elsewhere the day after the jurying for the Junior Photo Show… Too much! But I will get by.

But. Thursday is my 21st birthday… My brother is coming from Rochester, NY for it and I still have to manage to get all this real-life stuff done. “I got this, I can handle this.”

Thought #3

April 12, 2008

Spring time means renewal.

Hilarity Ensues

April 9, 2008

Sometimes I am such a joke. I wanted to go out, but I want to be alone. I want to be entertained, but I cannot pick a thing to do. It is a weakness. I go on dates when I know I should not be dating at all. Then I start to date someone with no expectations but get hurt the second something does not go my way.

It has been a few weeks with the new guy I have been seeing, and now I get a surprise of him leaving for the entire summer and that I am not the only person he is dating. I guess I would not be bothered as much if it was another dude… but a chick. It is his thing, and I even suspected it, but I do not want to hear about it. But I would hate him to keep it from me. It is always a losing situation.

And the best part… I have a date tomorrow with a different dude. What a joke.

The gloves are off

April 6, 2008

The other day at work I was standing around making my rounds of looking at objects around the room to look busy. Window. Television. Staircase. Staircase. Water fountain. And then back in the reverse to the window. This is how I spend my hours at work, but hey, it works. As my gaze fell upon the water fountain I see someone is there drinking some water. His shoes, Adidas Sambas, clean and crisp. Nice pants, nice butt. I turn back to finish my rounds. Staircase. Staircase. Television.

By the time I get back to the water fountain portion of my day’s work, I see that the boy has brought himself closer. Still cute. But too close. “Oh hey. Can I help you with something?” I ask. He smiles. “Actually…” he walked closer, “I’ve seen you here a lot.” And at this point I want to scream, “I WORK HERE!” but chose not to. I smiled, “Yeah? That would make sense,” and grin a little more. He got a little bashful, “So I was wondering if you’d like to get some coffee sometime?” I smiled and said that I would be okay with that, but that I do not drink coffee, but I would like to get a drink sometime. He looked away and smiled. “So, can I give you my number?” he asked. I pulled out my phone, “Sure! What is it?” “Actually, I wrote it down for you,” as he pulls out a piece of cardboard, a trident case actually, with his number on it. I looked at him and laughed, “Oh, so you got nervous!” He got a little uncomfortable and pulled his number away from me a little. I reached out, snagged it, and begun to put it in my phone right then and smiled, “It’s cool. I would have done the same thing.” So we are going to hang out sometime this week. Conversation wrapped up and he left. Staircase. Staircase. Television.