I hate my 3-D Art Fundamentals teacher. Like everything about her. And her class sucks too. The projects are so abstract and not really teaching people to put time and effort into pieces. I just frikkin cut up a CD and she got all excited and the class got all into it. I did say 2-D Art Fundamentals sucked, but at least I painted things that I thought looked cool and it actually did take time and thought to make. Jesus Christ. And I have to do a terminology thing for homework and the vocab words are frikkin subject matter, content, balance, symmetry, and all this basic SHIT. Dear Lord, SEND ME BACK TO AP ART!
My Ethnic Studies class is pretty basic and boring. I just finished reading the assignment and it was an 18 page packet about African stereotypes/racism and human origin from Africa. It wasn’t all that entertaining to read. Oh well. It seems like an easy class and the teacher is amusing.
I need to start making portfolio quality pieces. I only have like, what, 3 or 4 pieces from my AP year that are college quality. Or at least pieces that I wouldn’t mind showing to a college. Everything else would make me so ashamed.
I want to start swimming class now. Well, at least I’ll finally be able to go on Monday.
Tomorrow, I start my job training at Robata’s. I’m kinda nervous because I’m scared of restaurant jobs, but I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it all. And I have no choice, I NEED money. God, I hate this vicious money cycle.
Today, my dad and I went to the mall for some shopping because he had some special coupon thing for Mervyn’s. We first went to Big 5 to buy a swimsuit, swimcap, and goggles for my swimming class. I wanted to try the swimsuit to make sure it fits (because I don’t know my size for anything… It keeps changing depending on brands), but these two stupid giggly girls were in the ONE dressing room for more than half an hour. It got ridiculous and my dad’s impatient, so he got the manager and told him to do something about it. The manager got another person to go and knock on the door and told the girls that the maximum is 3 items and everything else has to be held at the registers or on a separate rack. The girls were holding onto at least 10 items each. Jesus…
Well, after that, I got some work clothes for Robata’s. I’m glad the dress code is rather simple and casual compared to other places. Then we went home to drop off the items and went to San Francisco.
We went to the city to see the Tezuka Osamu exhibit at the Asian Art Museum because it ends sometime in September. Man, the Civic Center in San Francisco is BEAUTIFUL. I love it. The Asian Art Museum is real nice and sophisticated too. The exhibit was pretty awesome, but it was rather confusing because the synopsis wasn’t always at the beginning of each story. And it said that the panels are from right to left, like in Japanese manga fashion, but I’m not sure if the page order was arranged in that way… And there were a TON of mistakes between the manga pages and individual information placards and the manga synopsis. It was rather embarrassing… And they aren’t even little mistakes…
I really should get Buddha and Black Jack… Metamorphosis looks interesting, but hard to understand.
Ah… The master genius of manga, Tezuka Osamu… You people who idolize Akira Toriyama or Naoko Takeuchi for upbringing manga into popular culture, you are so shallow in your thinking and completely uneducated in the history of manga. It goes much further back than that.
Tezuka Osamu is definitely the one and only.
We browsed around the other exhibits. So much influence from Buddhism… My dad was pretty much only interested in the Japanese art exhibits, so he briskly walked past India, Southeastern Asia, China, Tibet, and Korea. There was an interesting scroll in which the museum had put up, despite its great controversy because it depicted a fictitious story about a Japanese empress conquering Korea, which later on, Japanese military officials used as an excuse to invade Korea. It seemed to have greatly insulted Koreans who visited the exhibit, but the museum chose to keep it displayed because to put it away won’t solve anything and rather, we should learn from these pieces of art to make progress in our own society. And I wholeheartedly agree. It’s a piece of art from hundreds of years ago, no matter what, you cannot eradicate the meaning of the piece. But rather than trying to erase it from physical existence, learn from it and move past the bigotry so that we can create a world that isn’t about domination and superiority, but rather about equality and sharing of existences. I wrote that in the comment book that was nearby. I hope people will take it to heart.
The Yoshitoshi woodblock print exhibit was also up and it was so amazing! Wow, I was very impressed and perhaps even inspired by the color schemes. I was never really too fond of the ukiyo-e style of people because it’s so anatomically incorrect (I know it’s a style, but for some reason, it really bothers me) but Yoshitoshi masterfully depicts people in a sort of semi-realistic way. And it’s woodblock printing! Damn, how difficult is that? I don’t know and I kinda don’t want to try.
Dad said the museum is too cold, so he went outside. I wandered into the manga lounge and it was basically where otakus could just chill. There were mangas and beanbag chairs that people could sit and read and Totoro was playing on the screen. I was like, “Ugh, not my kind of thing” but I saw a table for drawing manga and saw a wall of manga drawings. I joined in and drew Black Jack to go with the Tezuka Osamu theme. The boy next to me was trying so hard to draw Sasuke and the middle aged guy next to me was drawing some girl. It had a really childish feel to it. It’s hard to explain… Not to be racist, but over the years, I really can tell the difference between a manga style art made by a Japanese or Korean person and one made by a white, Hispanic, etc person. It’s hard to explain with words what the differences are, but there is a pretty clear difference. Anyway, dad found me and said that we were leaving. I quickly finished my drawing of Black Jack with a signature and my DA and put it in the folder for someone to put it up on the wall if my drawing was good enough.
Then we went to Japantown. Kinokuniya was under renovation, so it was relocated in two places and it was pretty disorganized. All the mangas I want aren’t released until next month, so I had nothing to buy. Then we went to Nijiya and bought groceries. For an early dinner, we went to King of Thai on Clement and had some noodles in soup. Man, that’s what I hate about menus without pictures, I usually end up wanting something in mind, but ordering the wrong thing. I do this a lot with Thai food because I can’t remember the names…
Anyway, when I got home, I played many hours of FFX and did some homework and took a nap and wow, it’s 5AM.
Time for real sleep.
Haha, I actually had something to say in this entry, but I ran out of time to write it. Oh well. Maybe tomorrow.