Art School: Semester 3, Week 11

Hello once again, fellow travellers. Here we sit at the end of the eleventh week of the summer semester, and my forehead is still raw and bleeding. That is, of course, because of my English class, but more about that in a bit.

What other news this week? Well, not a whole lot, honestly. Or at least nothing that I am willing to share with the entire world. You might have noted that at some point: these updates don’t cover everything. That’s the way of it, I’m afraid. In this age of identity theft and general awfulness (greatly emboldened by the mere presence of the orange nitwit in the White House) there are some things that just don’t get out. Oh well. If you want that level of detail, you’re going to have to do something a bit more personal than read a weekly blog post. You know what that entails.

What else can I share? Well, how about this:

Attessa IV

That’s the Attessa IV. I shared a link to some info about it last week, and it remains docked here by the SeaBus terminal. The helicopter that was parked on the upper, rear deck is still MIA. I assume the owners have rented an entire hotel (or five) in Whistler and are having a great time. Should I catch a picture of that boat with the copter on board, I’ll share it here. In the meantime, ponder the amount of money that thing represents. It’s obscene.

Also out in the harbour one cloudy morning, this was part of the view as we headed towards downtown Vancouver and Canada Place:

I love the weather — which I know others despise — but what is most interesting to me is three large cruise ships in port all at the same time. I’ve only seen that a couple of times. Collectively they probably add somewhere between 4000 and 7000 people to the population of the city while they are here. Good for the economy, I am sure. But what is the environmental impact of ships like those? That I am less certain of.

And finally, I saw this the other day as well:

This ship has a history!

That’s HMCS Fortune. Well, it was the Fortune. I think now it’s named “151 Water Street.” She was a minesweeper that saw service during the Cuban missile crisis. Then she was a Greenpeace ship, and a tour boat, and last I can find she’s a floating home. Here’s the Wikipedia article on her. A year ago she was for sale for $299,000. That’s a real bargain here in stupendously expensive Vancouver. I don’t know what the current owner does with her, but I haven’t seen her in that dock before, so I assume she’s actually out on the water and moving around. Interesting lifestyle choice, I’d say. I wonder what the dock fees are for a boat of that size? No, I take that back. I probably really don’t want to know that. It might actually be tempting and I honestly have no desire to own “a hole in the water into which you throw money.”

English

Another week of English class, and another long period of banging my head on my desk. (Thus the aforementioned raw and bloody forehead.) The final paper, though, is taking shape. That’s a good thing, given it is due this coming Thursday. I have over 1500 words written and have yet to write the conclusion. Of course, the thing is supposed to be a maximum of 1500 words long, so I have a LOT of editing to do. That’s what this weekend is for: finishing the paper. Nothing else. Finish the paper.

Canadian Art

And the whirlwind class that is Canadian Art continues apace. I did well on my midterm exam, and we’re plowing on towards the final exam itself in just another couple of weeks. We’re now discussing some interesting artists that are more current. Jeff Wall is one, a photographer (of sorts) who has created a number of fascinating and complex images. Michael Snow is another. An experimental film maker, among other things. Alex Coleville is yet another. A painter of realistic(ish) scenes created through an amazingly complicated process of measurement and planning. The links above are all to Wikipedia, and I invite you to chase them and learn a thing or two.

The odd thing this week was that we read a chapter titled “Sculpture and Installation in Canada Since 1960” and it was just about all related to installation work. Sculpture itself seems out of favour, at least according to the chapter’s author. As a sculptor I found that a bit depressing. One fascinating sculptor was mentioned, but we’re going to cover him in the coming week in the First Nations lecture, so I will learn more then.

Links

  • An art related link! What? I know!?! How odd is that? But seriously, I love this concept. It’s amazing. Truly wonderful. Please note that the tweet below was later corrected to give credit to the proper artist. It is Titus Kaphar, and that is a direct link to his website.
  • Politics: Where can I possibly start? I don’t know. Oh, wait, I meant I do know. *sigh* The cancer in the White House is appalling, and we are long past the time when it should have been removed. The damage being done… it’s unthinkable. Alas there is no light at the end of this tunnel, and his supporters fail to see reason (or reality). So sad. I know most people probably won’t read the entire indictment that Robert Mueller wrote against 12 Russians — I have to admit that I didn’t do so — but you can read this summary. (I did!) Once you have, ponder this: is Russia really an ally, as the chief twit wants us to believe, or something much worse? Addendum: I saved this link and included it here before the traitorous nitwit declared Russia a friend and the EU a foe. And then said Russia didn’t hack us. Then backtracked on that. Then denied it again. And is “considering” turning US citizens over to Putin for questioning. But maybe not. Oh, and he wants to invite him to the White House; a reward for hacking our electoral system, I assume. The man is astoundingly stupid and dangerous. Even worse, congress — the entity nominally charged with keeping him in check — has abdicated its responsibility. The Republicans will do nothing. A few have made unhappy noises, but none of them will actually do anything about this. America’s future is dim at best, and Putin is thrilled. Think about that, Trump supporters. Your boy is selling your country out to an enemy for personal profit. He doesn’t care about you at all. Not in the slightest. He’s got what he wants, and his congressional toadies are getting theirs. You don’t matter.
  • The usual index of art school posts and other things here on Medium, because Medium didn’t get the ordering right when I imported posts from somewhere else, and I can’t figure out how to fix it.

Pictures

Nothing else to share this week. Sorry.

And In Conclusion…

You really need one of these. Trust me.

Sculptor/Artist. Former programmer. Former volunteer firefighter. Former fencer. Weirdest resume on the planet, I suspect.

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