full to the brim with ideas

So, you know how all I've done this term is bitch about art class? I bet you've noticed that. Yesterday, we were told what our final unit/project is and we had all been pretty nervous because we knew it was sculpture and we knew from her excitement that it would be a big, big project.

So, the assignment is:

1) choose a mundane object to transform somehow into a sculpture.

2) make 30 drawings of said object in all sorts of different media, 2 must be (large) collage pieces.

3) create a large sculpture - free-standing, human-sized out of whatever material we please as long as we're not injuring ourselves in the process, or doing something illegal that would jeopardize her job.

Ready, set, go.

I bet you're expecting me to be hating this, just from past recent history. Right?

Apparently not.

I am actually really looking forward to this one. What is up with that? Seriously? I think part of it is the absolute freedom to do whatever I want. What I've learnt from art class is that I do not appreciate being told what to do. Part of it is that I absolutely love sculpture. I've never tried to make one, but as a genre of art I love, love, love it. I was looking through random images on the computer today of modern sculpture and they often made my knees weak.

I'm seriously intimidated - but also full to the brim with ideas. I just need to write a couple of papers and get these collages done and then I'll be able to concentrate on it.