It's a little bit okay, though, because kleenexwoman is girl!Nite Owl. Hooray?
Anyway, here's the painting of my still life in a shoebox:
So that's that. A B+ on that and I currently have a B+ in the class. :/ He's a freaking hard grader, but I guess that's good for me? I don't know.
Anyway, Saturday I went to the Detroit Institute of Art for my Late Modern art history class. It was good, except they didn't really have much of a selection of Late Modern art, which sucks because I have to choose one piece to write a paper on. Rachel met us there, eventually, and she was lucky because she missed the long and involved and deathly dull discussion of Rothko and Newman's color field paintings. Which included one girl who asked whether Rothko committed suicide "for the attention or because he had real problems?" Uhhhh. And we had a nice time getting to wander around after lunch and the little lecture. I'm good at making fun of the paintings. And the DIA has a decent collection of Impressionist-era works, so that was fun.
And then my mother called to wish me a happy Irish Christmas. Uhhh... okay, mom. :/