Sink or swim: Elle Sinks

I just got my second terrible critique from my performance garment instructor this semester. This was supposed to be my final critique, my presentation of the pancake manifesto. I silk-screened it a half hour before class. I made pancakes. I broke down under my professors' scathing critique (which I don't think I deserved in front of my peers or before the work was responded to), had to take a moment, got passed over and instead got no critique, lost any lingering interest I had in performance-garment work, and am seriously considering saying "fuck it" and going back to bed. Clearly, performance art is not for me. I suck at it, and I would have been better off spending the past three weeks figuring out how to visually display my travels as blogger and comment on, well, anything, instead of hemming and hawing over something that got me nothing.

So many ideas...

Pancake Manifesto followed by savory sequel Love & Garlic Fibers Majors Do It With Process... Printmaking majors do it with ink everywhere... Painting majors do it over the summer... Graphic designers do it in Brown... IS majors theorize about the concept of it and never really get around to actually doing it. Photo majors do it in the crib....in the darkroom.... Animation majors do it in the tech center.... Animation majors do it sequentially in individual frames.... Drawing majors would have to exist to do it.... Experimental fashion majors do it wearing flamboyant scarves. Photo majors do it in plaid.... Eric Goldschmidt does it in green, red, and blue plaid. Isaac Linder does it on LiveJournal MICA students do it in Baltimore.