Last project, a start of something new.

 It's been busy this month. Today I graduated from Snow College and got my Associates of Science Degree, moved out of my apartment and back home, and got a letter from the University of Utah letting me know I got a full tuition scholarship for academics, which will be stacked on top of the smaller scholarship I got from the art department earlier. Wonderful.
A very full day overall, with lows and highs. I'll miss Ephraim more than I can say, but there's certainly good things to come.
This here is my last print from Snow College. It was my final project for my Experiments in Visual Thinking class. (Other projects of mine from the class, as well as the work of my classmates, can be seen here.) Our final was a show done with a blanket of forts showing all our work from the school year, with one new piece specifically to go with the space. I have titled it "A Little Privacy, Please."
I carved over one weekend, basically, which was madness. It's about the same size as my Woman in Training print from last year. It feels like a keyblock. So I plan to print it on paper and get some color in over the next month or so.
And I must give credit where credit is due: I didn't sew the pillow. My roommate Andrea did that for me, as it's been years since I've run a sewing machine. She waited for me to iron it and try to get the ink to finish drying then sewed the whole thing, all in the week before finals when she was stressed about another project, and I'll be forever grateful.
 I'll be sure to post any further progress, as well as any new pieces I come up with. Have a lovely night, world.

(Close-up. It almost starts to look like a single face. This was unintentional.)

A wave, then back to work.

It's gotten to that time in the school year where everything is just a mad dash to the finish.
I have very little time to do a blog post this month, so I'll make it quick. Student show is coming, and I, like a crazy person, am going to try submitting 10 pieces. A new print you haven't seen yet (or, more accurately, 3 of them), the print I showed you in my last post, The "My Eyes Are Up Here" sintra cut, 2 figure drawings, a little metal sculpture, my video piece "The Danger of Asking Questions," my 7 deadly sins book from last year, my spray paint piece "Do Mormons Have Horns?" as an installation directly on the wall this time, and, if I can get it done, a comic I made with a page for every hour of the day I was awake on February 4th.
I also have another for-hire comic to get done, as well as the usual schoolwork. It's going to be madness.
I didn't get into the CUAC show, but that was no big surprise. They have a certain type of work they prefer, and I don't fit into it.
In other news, I got a departmental scholarship to the University of Utah, and finally decided to stick with the decision to go there in the fall. I'll be graduating from Snow this semester, so I need to go somewhere, and their bookmaking program is exciting to me. Apparently, transfer students don't get scholarships there often, so I'm pretty happy with that. I'm hoping for an academic one too, and will hear about that in May.
And New York was awesome, as expected.

I'll give pictures and a proper post soon. But right now I need to go pull out a bottle of ink and get to work.

I Miss You

It's time to submit to shows here in Sanpete County, and so I've been writing statements, putting my CV together, and taking photographs of my prints. I just finished submitting to the Central Utah Art Center's annual Utah Ties show. I've submitted 3 pieces. You've seen 2 of them. (My Eyes Are Up Here and Woman In Training.) But this one is new. I just finished it by putting in the color yesterday. Hand tinting is the best.

Here's the description I put to the piece for the juror's to look at.

"I Miss You" is a 4 1/2 by 6 inch etching about being in love with someone that isn't there, and how no communication can make up for a lack of physical presence. It has a sort of comic book sense of humor, helping those serious feelings hurt a little less.

Wish me luck! I found out if I got in on March 4th.

Also, I'll be in New York City from the 3rd to the 9th, so expect updates on all the fun times I'll be having there. I'm super excited, for more reasons than I feel like I can share properly here.

The Danger of Asking Questions

Hi. So, for the new year I decided to make a resolution to do a blog post every month. I like my resolutions to be realistic so I actually do them. (Although this blog really should have been written last month...)
I haven't really finished what I had expected to finish by this point, as far as artwork goes. But here's something, anyway. It's called "The Danger of Asking Questions" and it was my final project for digital design.
Film isn't really my medium of choice, but since my boyfriend was able to convince a rather fantastic actor in his building to come help, and another awesome art major found me an awesome actress, it turned out alright in the end. It was fun to make, anyway.



Other things I need to do include: learning what I need to do about Paypal in order to get an etsy shop up, (I can't afford a $30 fee every month for Paypal, but can't figure out if there's any other sound way to go about this thing. I need help, I think.) applying to colleges, as I'll be graduating from this one in May, the usual homework, some art that I've started, etc.
So I'll keep this short and get back to work.

I Am Woman. Hear Me Scream.

As a female, your purpose is to carry life. Biologically speaking, it is what you are made for. Our religion has expectations for marriage, and to ignore them is to damn yourself. Add to that the desires of your family, and not being a mother is entirely unacceptable. Your opinions on the matter are inconsequential.
You are not in control of your life or your body. That control belongs to every young man you associate with. If none of them choose to marry you, you will be a disappointment to everyone.
The time spent preparing your hair and covering your face with makeup each morning is not a luxury. You have to make yourself seem appealing. You need to hide anything that makes you less than perfect.
Every month you fail to be in a relationship is a waste. It’s a waste of pain and a waste of potential. After all, that thing you just threw in the garbage could have grown to be a child.

That's my Artist's Statement. The only differences between what's above and what's hanging above the comment book are the font and the punctuation. In the version that's hanging in the gallery, I used a font that capitalized every letter, and I made all the periods red. As far as Artist's Statements go, I think it's just dandy.

And these were the pieces:

2 things: Alt-Space and No Make-up week

Hi, internet. I have some things to share. It's been a while.
You like my artwork, yes? Of course you do. Otherwise you wouldn't be reading this. So, first off, here's a picture.

Summertime

Summer is typically an unproductive time for me. Hopefully, when I get out of school and don't have these months designated as vacation/time to work at a real job and get money, this will change. For now though, all art is pretty much in the idea stage. Big ideas, but nothing tangible to show. I haven't done much visible stuff other than a bit of sketching.
Admittedly, June was busy. There was lots of living done, and personal things to try and deal with. Demons are still being fought, but I'm hoping for news in that area in the next week or so. Cross your fingers for me. July looks like it will be busy in a different way. Family things are on the horizon. Many wonderful, and even more wonderfully boring family things.
Anyway, the real reason I'm finally getting around to posting this is that a little over three weeks ago I finished my books. One has been given to my printmaking teacher. I'm waiting to find out what J.R. Goldberg's address is so I can send one her way. I will most defiantly keep one for shows and things. That leaves two to trade or, possibly, sell. I'm thinking about selling one on etsy to get money for my Send Trishelle To New York For The Spring Art Trip Fund or possibly the Give Trishelle Money So She Can Eat Because It's Healthy To Do That Every Once In A While And Sometimes She Gets Sick of Being So Skinny Fund.
This means I need to get my etsy store running. Which means I need to figure out what I'd really like to sell. I'd like to do some little, less expensive artworks. So cheap that my college attending friends might be able to get some of my art. I'm thinking of zines, but if you have any suggestions, comment and let me know, Peeps.
Also, my little brother said he'd help me get my website running. We'll see if that happens. I have a domain name, at least.
Okay. Fewer words now, more pictures. Here's the books.