She Came from Planet Z

update

Early this morning I skipped my first two classes to go to the interview.  For Einstein... art high school.  And guess what? 

I got in!!!  YAAAAAYYYY!

Okay, I received a verbal invition to come to Einstein.  Which basically means, if you want to come to this school, it's okay with us.  We're waiting for the paper work to finish up.

Meanwhile, middle school is proving more and more to me how great it will be to get out.  Gossip is flying madly, circulating through me, and then jotting around again.  I think I get asked if I like "like" random people three times a week, and same for everyone else.  Hey, all I did was give him gum.

Our school finally had an art show.  I've got this.

And this block print.  I also had a little clay house that I like to call the "martian out-house", and don't particularly feel like showing it.  I'm not big with clay.  I do feel like showing these, however:

Ha ha!  There were tons of them.  They crack me up.

And finally?  New York!

We focussed on the more subdued side of New York.  This is the high line.

And Chelsea market...

art class creations

And so, we have reached the end of my very first every day year-long full-blown art class.  At school.  Yeah!

 
The cover of my physical portfolio (I'm working on a digital one in class)

 
 
An oil painting.  It was supposed to be a snippet of the nature from our soccer field but I got a little crazy.  It's probably my favorite non-computer one.

 
Still life.  Meh.  It looks good when you look at it from a distance, though.

 
Working with watercolors.  And copying off of Gauguin.

 
And some shapes. 

My class, technically, is a computer arts class.  We do about half and half, though.  Right now (which will have to end soon before school does) we are using Microsoft movie maker to make a movie of all of our creations, digital and physical.  We even worked with clay once.

Well.  School ends in two days.  Exams are done.  I got A's on all of the ones I know of... that's a first.  Overall, I just sort of have this bland feeling.  Like a stale potato chip left out on the sidewalk on a cool day.  Perhaps we'll get some enthusiasm later. 

P.S. - more blandness: I'm keeping up the running... I bought myself a pair of earrings that I will gift to myself after a month's worth of running.