Last I checked, I wasn’t taking Viola lessons.

Today, class, we’re learning about Bill Viola (no, he not a musical instrument) and good old Bill is a bit of a boring farty pants. Maybe he’s just a little shy, or he’s a little dense, either way he’s about as active as a dried slug having a seizure. Yes, it’s Wednesday, which has come to mean (for everyone in this class) we get to spend some time doing general theory. When I say general, I mean pointless. It’s not even theory focused on subjects we’re involved in, it’s just normal old theory on an American film-o-groper. Well I say bugger to theory, bugger to gropers, and bugger to EVERYONE.

Not you, reader, you’re alright.

It pisses me off when people talk about art by other artists, possibly more than it does when people talk about their own art. We all sit in a big circle after spending a good while discussing the subject. Alarm bells set off in my head the moment the teacher asks, “What does this mean to you?” I make sure to wear my best disinterested expression, which only ends up with our teacher being forced to choose one of the class at random. Not that I don’t chip in the occasional point of view, like, “He’s really slow and his work takes ages to get to a point where you care…”

I mean, after 50 minutes you kind of just want to move anything, even if it’s just your jaw muscles.


About James

Uberbeard, otherwise known as James Crawford has just graduated from the Arts University Bournemouth, taking a course in Interactive Media. He's known to enjoy washing, eating and sleeping.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

October 2007
    Nov »



%d bloggers like this: