Visiting my drawing professor’s studio today was amazing. His paintings were fantastic and expressive and abstract. I don’t usually like that kind of painting, but I loved his work.
His studio was on Canal St. and it was an old, rent fixed building from the early 1900s. The original ceiling was still intact. He hand wire brushed it to renovate it. Crazy man.
The studio was absolutely adorable. Little trinkets everywhere and a wall full of books. And his cute little wife. They made coffee, tea, and brownies for us.
He spoke about his art in a way that made me want to immediately go and make art. I feel like these assignments are making me expand upon my vocabulary, but they are stifling my creativity. I just want next year to come so I can go back to photography and work. I just want to shoot and print.