Sally Anger's work mediocre.
Who is Sally Anger? Her work is apparent on her artist's website. Of course, everything written by an autonomous transcendent universalist artist is embellished with jargon of design elements and principles OR barely anything at all to remain mystical and mysterious. I find it simply retarded.
Who is Sally Anger? Really.
I started this spring semester with Amy Freeman as the professor of my advanced studio painting class. Amy basically teaches us how to be good artists through giving us a fair dose of reality. From the very first day, I realized that Mrs. Anger and I would not be on the same page. This was simply discovered by the fact that she had to make comments about every little thing I said AND she was the teacher's pet. There's nothing worse than a teacher's pet than a teacher's pet for a studio class. Sally commuted all the way from my hometown of Morehead City, NC, to take classes twice a week. I didn't really sympathize. I have had two friends commute, five times a week from the same area, with fewer complaints.
Anyways.
Amy Freeman gave us an assignment for everybody in my studio to move to the studio next door in order to figure out what the people next door were all about based on their work. The results were quite interesting, but what I figured based on the level of cruelty each studio relies upon for happiness. The people from my studio were more critical of the other people's work. Sally Anger, of course, became somebody that bored us. All of her paintings were of Caucasian women, painted with the same materials, painted with similar techniques, and were boring as a non-fuck to look for more than two seconds. She had no grasp of concept to correlate the materials to the subject matter. We were honest.
Then, we had our first critique. Michael Webster ripped Madam Anger a new one.
Your painting type, methods, and technique look like they were learned from a cheap how-to painting book.
I don't think she was expecting that. She has won prizes for her work. Who fucking cares, though? That's the past generation. We are the new generation. If you want to make modern art than go the fuck on, but don't expect art students of this postmodern age to think your modern shit is worth a damn penny other than to go over our postmodern couches!
Anyways.
Evidently, she cried.
boohooo.
boohoo.
a hoot. a hoot. a hoot.
She quit art school.
Her reasoning was that the commute was TOO MUCH.
Amy Freeman, however, told us that it was the critique.
Plus, she sent an e-mail to her instructor back at community college land that she was grateful for the CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM THAT SHE RECEIVED AT COMMUNITY COLLEGE.
The job of the community college, as far as "Fine Arts", is the foundation. Once you get out of there, you should move on to bigger and better things.
Blah.
SHEEE.IT!
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