Last night Matt and I went to the student gallery opening for the art department on campus. The general idea, as I understand it, is that students submit their work to a panel of teachers who decide which pieces will be showcased in the gallery for all to see and admire. I wasn’t planning on attending since I didn’t know of it’s existence, but when I found out that it did exist, I wanted to go because I like art.
Anyway, to the exciting part. Remember this one time when I modeled for an art class? Well, I found out just before walking into the gallery that pictures of me were chosen to be displayed.
This excited/excites me greatly. I know it wasn’t because of my talent as a model that got the picture displayed, but there is something exciting about pictures of you being displayed in an art gallery. It makes me feel like I have a shot at a modeling career.
One of the drawings chosen for the gallery was drawn by the troubled artist who threatened to stab me in the eye. I found it ironic that he titled his drawing Othello. His drawing of me also won third place in the division. Go me (yes, I’m taking partial credit).
I liked the other drawing more personally (because I look less like a monkey), but it didn’t win anything so I guess it shows how much I actually know about art.
I’m going to tell everyone that I’m in the gallery out of some sort of misplaced pride I feel in seeing my face hanging on the wall. It makes me feel famous and beautiful.
Another exciting thing about the gallery is that I discovered several pieces done by students I know, particularly one by Emily. I got all excited seeing her illustration on the wall because I had seen the process she went through when illustrating it. This also made me feel famous.
PRESENTLY: Right this second I’m sitting next to someone in the computer lab whom I detest. I’m glad I look relatively cute today. I like looking good in the presence of people I detest.
This is quite possibly the most vain and prideful thing I’ve ever written. I’m going to have to find a sick animal to care for or something to make up for it.