We have to do one of these a week, every week for painting class. I really like some of them! The heartbreaker? We have to use the same 12″ x 16″ canvas, and each week, we paint over last week’s painting. Saying goodbye is so hard sometimes.
Monthly Archives: January 2009
Paper Boats 33″ x 28″ Mixed Media on Paper, 2009
I am loving my classes. My figure drawing professor gave us an assignment of making little paper boats and drawing them. It was an exercise in subtlety of planes and values, I found it extremely helpful. This is soft pastel, charcoal and conte on luscious, Fabriano paper. I have a paper fetish since taking printmaking…
Also, I suffered the wrath of making fun of Oliver for not knowing what a knock-knock joke was. Our friends made me finish the joke after reading the blog entry. I told them, they stared blankly at me, waiting for the funny part. How embarrassing; there is no funny part, it’s a bad joke!
This is Oliver’s sense of humour: here’s a little tidbit of our conversation the other night, after asking him what “rectilinear” meant.
“What does rectilinear mean?”
“It’s a grid with rectums in it.”
Ha. ha. ha. Wiseass.
I’ve been with my boyfriend now for over 5 years. He’s from Liechtenstein, and after him living in Canada for nearly a decade, I figured I knew just about everything about him, and that he’s familiar with all things North American. On our way out to supper tonight though, I discovered something he’d missed. It went a little something like this:
Me: Knock knock.
Oliver: Knock knock?
Me: Yeah! Knock knock!
Oliver: Knock knock?
Me: No! You’re supposed to say, who’s there?
Me: Because! It’s a joke, you just say it! Knock knock. Now you say “who’s there.”
Oliver: Who’s there?
Me: No! You’re supposed to say, “Lettuce who?”
Me: Because it’s part of the joke! Rrrrg! (Quickly becoming frustrated) I say, “lettuce”, you say “lettuce who?”
Oliver: Lettuce can kiss my ass.
I think he picked up the “kiss my ass” slang from me, somewhere along the road. So, I end up having to tell him the whole joke, playing both sides. * *After reading him this blog entry, he still didn’t seem to understand, saying: “Who’s lettuce anyway? Is it like a head of lettuce knocking on a door?” Good lord. He’s not an idiot, he’s doing his PHD in Neuroscience at Dal! I have to chalk it up to a cultural barrier.
Admittedly, it’s not a funny joke, and I’ve actually never heard a funny knock-knock joke in my life. We just told them when we were kids to annoy the crap out of eachother. If you have a good one, tell me, I’d love to tell it to Oliver. If we can get the routine down.
On a side note, for the very few of you who are interested, I’ve been using Winsor & Newton Artist’s Oil Colour, the realllly expensive stuff, and it’s amazing. I’m spoiled now, ruined, and it will be impossible to go back to the crappy store brand I usually spring for. This paint is beeeeautiful, some of the hues are absolutely gorgeous, the kind you need to buy straight out of the tube. Heaven! That’s all for now.