I just received an email saying that my thesis has been accepted by the Graduate School!
That means it's all over. I am DONE with Graduate School!
But, that doesn't mean I am done working. There are about 13 pieces that I would like to get started in the next two weeks since I won't have access to dyes and such after I graduate. I would like to get as much of the dye and print work done as I can so that all I have left to do is assembly and finishing: things I can easily do at home.
The first piece that I have started on is called "How Does That Make You Feel?" and is an accordion book of 24 panels that alternate between the question and my response.
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I submitted my thesis paper to the Graduate School yesterday. I can't believe that it went in as easily as it did, that the Graduate School only asked for me to
I am one step closer to being finished with school. I just have my oral defense to do and I am done! It's really exciting, but really scary at the same time.
My exhibition comes down tomorrow. That's a huge weight off of my shoulders.
My reception was wonderful and I received a lot of positive feedback. I was very glad, because I am still on the fence about how I feel about the work myself. I even think I surprised some people with the amount (and quality) of the work: people who didn't want me at ECU for graduate school in the first place.
But now on to another form of madness.
At the suggestion of my committee I set aside the writing of my actual thesis paper until after the work was finished. A good idea at the time, a bad idea now. That has left me with only one week to write, edit, and re-edit the paper. It's due to the Graduate School on Monday by 4 pm. I'm not sure how I am going to manage it. Trying to get my committee to agree to meet is the worst. Everyone has very busy schedules, and agreeing on a time is nearly impossible.
It'll get done.
It has to get done.
And then I have to schedule my oral defense. There isn't enough time in a week for all of this.
Well, my thesis show is officially up!
I can't believe it.
The past week leading up to the installation was one for the record books. As of last Monday, I still had 80 or so portraits to paint and about twice that to stitch and mount. It was a prodigious amount of work and I was seriously doubting my ability to get it all done in just seven days.
By Saturday morning, I had just seven portraits left to paint, but I hadn't touched the sewing or mounting. Thankfully, my good friend Debbie, her husband, her son and her son's friend met me at the GMoA's education center. We set up shop, and managed to get about 75% finished.
By Sunday, the portraits were done, but there was still mounting to do. I had jokingly said that I would be working up until the last minute, but never in a million years did I think that would be true.
Sunday was a hell of a day. I went to the museum, but had to immediately go home because I left the last seven paintings on my desk. Then, the motor seized on my sewing machine, meaning that I would be working Sunday night at home after I went and bought a new machine. Then, as my dad and I were hanging the work, I had five portraits unaccounted for. Not easy installation I was hoping for, but after three hours, all the nails were put in and most of the work was hung.
Monday, the museum's director let me in early so I could finish the installation. I managed to find two portraits (they had been mislabeled) and after 2.5 more hours of work, the show was hung minus the pieces I couldn't find. Thankfully, karma decided to back off and I found them on my desk under a book.
I am going to hang them today.
How do I feel?
Relieved, mostly. But looking at all the portraits finally hung together, I don't how I feel about them. My first reaction on Sunday was one of boredom, but yesterday, I was impressed by the amount of work that I had completed, especially the amount of work I had completed in the past week alone. I need a break from them for a few days, and then I think that I will be able to look at them in a more positive light.
Now, I get to write the paper portion of the thesis, which I am kind of dreading.
And…I get to work on art that is not The Phenomenology of Impairment!
I already have my next body of work planned out. It is meant to be a transitional piece inspired by TPoI but which takes a step in a different direction. I call it Iterations of the Self and it uses text as a metaphor for self-portraiture. I'm kind of excited.