I have returned, and this time I will be more consistent with my blogging as I intend to make this a sort of journal for my stay at APC (Asia Pacific College). My exploits since last year will be posted here as well since I have started studying in APC last year. I am now a second year student and am having fun with my studies.
So first of the first year. It seems like last year's events were a little bit foggy, so let me give somewhat of a "what I remember happened" kind of story.
I started the school year with a scolding. Yes, a scolding, for I was unable to attend a practice session on singing the school hymn and the teacher thought I had no idea on how to sing it. I practiced it at home of course, and if ever he wanted to let me sing alone, then he'd be blushing with embarrassment as his attempts at making a fool of me is thwarted by my awesome memory for that song at that particular day. Free had was a piece of cake, for we had those things to copy, like wolves, armadillos and blocks or what you'd call a brick for perspective. After all that hard work, the first term in that school ended with me having 3 school sections as friends. Yes, that many, for I had an irregular section and did not really belong to a block.
The second term, the most vague part of this blog, for I seemingly remember nothing or rather just a bit. I remember the nude drawings that we did. Life drawing class, how I wish it would happen again. But I'm not that amazed with women being naked, for I'm interested more in drawing them curves. We happen to have a lot of projects on drawing but it was not such a big deal for I have passed all classes. Ah, yes, I am now part of a block, ABMA-126. And in the succeeding terms, I have arranged to be in that block, or rather, I keep it that way.
Third term, we did a speech choir, and painting! My paintings were not that amazing. I have understood however, that I can draw well and really fast if I am copying something. But if I have to do it all on my own, then it would very much be a problem. Even with references, I have to have the exact same pose so I could draw it well, else it would be some form of abomination which leads me to think that I'm not doing enough or I'm not trying hard enough; or maybe I'm just afraid of failing so my brain forces my hand to do something that is a failure. Whatever the case may be, I ended the year with some bad mood people ditching me just because of that speech choir.
And now, a month has passed since the new term, which I am currently on, started. We are faced with 2d animation, multimedia writing and typography. So far, my typography skills have improved, and my skills with Photoshop and manipulating photos in that order have increased. But still, drawing is a pain, for I have no idea on what I am drawing. And since there are few references pertaining to a pose that one wishes to do; and also the lack of computers or internet in the classroom, I am faced with drawings that are in horror which leads to my teacher stating that I am somewhat just okay, or just average when it comes to drawing. He had those categories like, needs help, average, advanced, change careers (which by the way, is just a joke of his).
Finally, I am faced with with projects as midterms are approaching. May the blessing of God be with us all.
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