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Post by Whore of Spamylon on Mar 25, 2010 0:32:04 GMT -5
But acting probably isn't really creative. You would be surprised at how much time one spends at constructing a personality. Though, I might be a little bias because that was my claim to fame in school as well, but I think one only needs to look at Daniel Day-Lewis to understand what I mean. |
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Post by John E on Mar 25, 2010 0:52:19 GMT -5
The art classes at the first college I dropped out of were a joke. They reveled in every stereotype of "fine" art. The more work I put into a piece, the less the teachers and other students liked it. The less work I put into something and the more bullshit I made up on the spot to explain it, the more they liked it.
For reference, watch the movie Art School Confidential. It's not even an exaggeration.
I found it incredibly frustrating and resented the fact that people who couldn't even draw (or sculpt, or paint, and who's ideas were cliché and pretentious) were the teacher's pets, while I, who worked my ass of to try to improve my skills, was the class whipping boy.
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Post by tolpuddlemartyr on Mar 25, 2010 5:09:34 GMT -5
I had a good art teacher when I went to an alternative school. They had smaller classes so you got more assistance with what you needed. Prior to that I can't remember being particularly interested in art.
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Post by yojetak on Mar 25, 2010 17:46:54 GMT -5
The art classes at the first college I dropped out of were a joke. They reveled in every stereotype of "fine" art. The more work I put into a piece, the less the teachers and other students liked it. The less work I put into something and the more bullshit I made up on the spot to explain it, the more they liked it. For reference, watch the movie Art School Confidential. It's not even an exaggeration. I found it incredibly frustrating and resented the fact that people who couldn't even draw (or sculpt, or paint, and who's ideas were cliché and pretentious) were the teacher's pets, while I, who worked my ass of to try to improve my skills, was the class whipping boy. It's true. Critiques often are judged on your ability to bullshit, not the work. I enjoy the way my letterpress teacher constructs critiques. She lets everyone else respond to it before even hearing about what you have to say about your work. It's a good solution I think. |
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Post by Hades on Mar 25, 2010 18:06:03 GMT -5
I was lucky enough to have encouraging art teachers in both middle and high school. I was also lucky enough to be a part of the after school art clubs at both schools.
The content of some of the posts in this thread really surprises me. I had no idea that college art classes were like that. It seems extremely counterproductive.
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Post by yojetak on Mar 25, 2010 19:27:47 GMT -5
I was lucky enough to have encouraging art teachers in both middle and high school. I was also lucky enough to be a part of the after school art clubs at both schools. The content of some of the posts in this thread really surprises me. I had no idea that college art classes were like that. It seems extremely counterproductive. don't let our jaded perceptions change your mind about going to art school. as in all classes, the quality of the class depends on the teacher. |
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Post by Hades on Mar 25, 2010 19:58:32 GMT -5
I wouldn't let it put me off. I'm enrolling in a graphic design program soon anyway. I just need to scrape a few more bucks together.
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Post by yojetak on Mar 25, 2010 20:15:31 GMT -5
I wouldn't let it put me off. I'm enrolling in a graphic design program soon anyway. I just need to scrape a few more bucks together. oh nace. where at? |
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Post by sugarfreejazz on Mar 25, 2010 22:36:09 GMT -5
I was lucky enough to have encouraging art teachers in both middle and high school. I was also lucky enough to be a part of the after school art clubs at both schools. The content of some of the posts in this thread really surprises me. I had no idea that college art classes were like that. It seems extremely counterproductive. Art school is very much a "you get out what you put in" situation. You have to be willing to apply the effort and learn even if the rest of the class consists of art speak douchebags. My class schedule was both grueling and pretty free form at the same time. Lots of projects, but it was up to you to lay them out and get them done. Bad professor, good professor, you have to push through and take what you need. Unless the whole school is a self destructive cluster. Then you should get the hell outta there and find a new place to learn. |
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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Mar 25, 2010 23:31:26 GMT -5
While school didn't exactly encourage or discourage my writing it did help me print neatly at a young age due to having to write lines or in grade five apology letters.
The people did give me ideas on what I could write about. Mostly in terms of something I'm not sure what to call it I started a few days ago.
It's really a collection of rants about whatever such as how two high school students one a sophmore and the other a senior died several months apart in unrelated ways and the first one a grade 10 student only a handful of people (a few hundred based on a Facebook group) cared while the other person who died in an act of natural selection (car they were in was going 110km in winter on a freeway) and several (thousands based on several Facebook groups) cared as if forgetting the first person.
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Post by John E on Mar 26, 2010 1:42:21 GMT -5
I was lucky enough to have encouraging art teachers in both middle and high school. I was also lucky enough to be a part of the after school art clubs at both schools. The content of some of the posts in this thread really surprises me. I had no idea that college art classes were like that. It seems extremely counterproductive. It depends a lot on what kind of art the program is geared toward. At the school I was talking about, it was geared toward "fine" art. Schools that focus on more commercial forms of art, like illustration, graphic design, fashion design, etc. aren't so bullshit-intensive and there's a lot more emphasis on learning skills. |
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Post by theeclipse on Mar 26, 2010 21:23:36 GMT -5
Art classes put me off art forever by making me realise how shit I am. Same for the creative writing parts of English. Drama, however, really helped my drama, and gave me one thing that I didn't entirely suck at, which was nice. But acting probably isn't really creative. Technically, this is weird, because creative writing, art, and drama all have a big element of learned skills. |
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Post by Dan on Mar 27, 2010 13:25:07 GMT -5
11th grade English. I had a guy named Dr. Blankenberg. I hated that SOB, but the feeling was mutual. He had us all write an essay about what some such poem made us feel. I got a D on it. Not because of my poor spelling or grammatical skills, oh no. I got, in big red letters "Wrong". When I asked him what was wrong, he said I answered the question wrong. When I pressed him further (and it took about 10 minutes find out what exactly I did wrong) he said that no, the poem did not, in fact, make me feel this way. I could rewrite it and increase my grade up to a B. I gave him some suggestions that counter the laws of anatomy and left the class. I had an English "teacher" like that. When she asked the class to write an essay on some poem or short story or other, she led us to believe that she wanted our opinion of the piece, when what she meant what that she wanted us to spout pretentious nonsense on how much we liked it. Sadly I didn't figure this out in time (and always hated her choice of literature, and said so), and nearly failed as a result. |
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Post by RavynousHunter on Mar 27, 2010 14:04:09 GMT -5
Shit, I nearly failed 9th grade English (more like English Lit...except its required, which is bullshit) because my teacher was obsessed with Shakespeare's stuff...and only the crappy ones. Especially Romeo and Juliet. I go to go watch that on stage...whoo, it took all my willpower not to set the place on fire.
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Post by canadian mojo on Mar 27, 2010 15:06:34 GMT -5
11th grade English. I had a guy named Dr. Blankenberg. I hated that SOB, but the feeling was mutual. He had us all write an essay about what some such poem made us feel. I got a D on it. Not because of my poor spelling or grammatical skills, oh no. I got, in big red letters "Wrong". When I asked him what was wrong, he said I answered the question wrong. When I pressed him further (and it took about 10 minutes find out what exactly I did wrong) he said that no, the poem did not, in fact, make me feel this way. I could rewrite it and increase my grade up to a B. I gave him some suggestions that counter the laws of anatomy and left the class. I had an English "teacher" like that. When she asked the class to write an essay on some poem or short story or other, she led us to believe that she wanted our opinion of the piece, when what she meant what that she wanted us to spout pretentious nonsense on how much we liked it. Sadly I didn't figure this out in time (and always hated her choice of literature, and said so), and nearly failed as a result. Shitty English teacher stories *rubs hands with glee* my turn. I had the joy of having an opinionated douche nozzle for grade 13 writers craft. He'd toss out 1-2 page assignments on a regular basis, and unless he gave it a specific guideline I would usually end up writing a satirical observation of the human condition as it pertained to high school. I wrote one short essay that he absolutely hammered. It got a D- and he wrote something to the effect that it was garbage and that I was sadly mistaken if I thought I had the chops to write Horatian satire. It went on to win the big regional writing contest. Even better, he had to present me the award in front of the entire school when I graduated. |
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