Wednesday, August 25, 2010

On ENGLISH 2010....'s finally done!

I got an A.

Be happy for me.

Also here are final grades for summer:

I know I'm supposed to be focusing on experience, learning, and marrow-sucking now, but isn't that prettier?

Check out my groove.

On First Days... 2010!

ART327R - Rendering the Human Head

Our professor is Peter Sakievich, graduated in the illustration program at BYU. His two websites: and bring together an impressive body of work, both in traditional painting styles and illustration and concept design.

Two students I know were there today, enrolled (one of them is dropping), as well as two people I recognize from previous classes. It's nice to see familiar faces that I like. There are a few I don't like, but it's unlikely that I'll run across them in upper division illustration classes. yay!

Sakievich got to class 20 minutes late, after finally finding a spot to park. He informed us of his recent move. Just arrived in Utah on Sunday! So he was prepared with the supply list on his iPhone, a verbal syllabus and his NO LATE WORK policy. Our first assignment: a two-hour self-portrait from life. Blergh. *sigh*

Also, he let us know of a book The Art Spirit by Robert Henri that we are encourage to read. We can turn in an optional five-page response paper that could make up scores for late work. I'll read it. Hopefully I won't have to write a paper.

Sold two books back today: $25.00! w00t.

The weather is warm. Parking lots bulge. Hallways rerouted as disoriented students spill out onto the sidewalks. We can no longer boast walking from one end of campus to the other without going outside.

Tomorrow: Drawing for Illustration, Illustrative Media and Techniques I and Art Lectures.

Back to school!

Monday, August 9, 2010

On my Professor....

Professor of my HUM320R Class:

Vibrant and enthusiastic, carrying a bag of DVDs over his shoulder, he was never late to class.

We shared a love of film.

He taught me a million things I didn't know about movie making and adaptation.

He complimented me on the papers I handed in.

He sat with me in the hallway, catching me up on lectures I'd missed during the WIFYR days.

We walked along the carpet, discussing possible movies and source books to study for future versions of his class.

On Wednesday, June 23, he wasn't in class. It was the last day of the semester. Finals day. I sat with two other classmates until the class period ended. We walked to the Humanities Department and turned in our papers.

The next day I received an email from the department: "We are sorry to inform you that your instructor suffered a massive stroke and has been admitted to the hospital. Please reconstruct your grade by turning in all papers along with any progress reports to the department."

Another email from a classmate: "I talked to UVRMC. He is in the ICU in a coma and it doesn't look good."

I cried that day. I didn't know how much of an impact the professor had had on me. I thought of his grin, the way he would ask each of us in turn what we thought, his humorous anecdotes about movie directors and composers.

I thought about how much the world would miss him if he didn't survive. Mostly I thought about how much I would miss him. Not just because of his class (although I had planned to take it again, multiple times) but because of his impact. The human impact. This man loves film as much as I do!

I called Utah Valley Regional today. "Just checking on the status of a friend," I told them. They transferred me to IMC (Intermediate Care) and the nurse who picked up said, "Do you want to talk to him?" In my shock, I said yes. He's ALIVE! I thought.

The nurse in the room asked who I was, and when he answered the phone, I suddenly couldn't talk. I began to cry again. I told him that I had been worried about him.

"I can't hear you," he said. His voice sounded different. Slower, deeper.

He said he was trying to place me. He told me if I needed to turn in papers, I could put them in his box. I said, "I'm not worried about the class. I got an 'A'. I just wanted to check on you. I'm glad you're doing better."

"I'm doing better and better," he said. "I'm glad you liked the class."

He doesn't remember me.

But it doesn't matter.

I'm happy. He gets to keep watching movies. To keep teaching kids about the art form. To pass along his funny stories. He gets to see Inception, and Toy Story III, and the remake of Karate Kid.

I'm happy.