Jan 18, 2006 22:55
...at least, I always had to when I flew. I don't do that much at night anymore, but maybe that's because I do it during my conscious hours. I am on the cusp of a new semester....and if I have my way it's going to be an ART one. I'm trying to get into a total of 12 hours of studio drawing class. I don't know if I'll make it, but it sure feels like flying at this point. It's hard..harder then anyone but the other artists seem to realize, I almost always come out of a drawing class mentally and emotionally drained (maybe partially due to the fact that they're each 3 hours long) but I keep coming back. It's like an addiction, whenever I'm not drawing, I wish I were....even though often when I'm drawing I wish it could be easier or I feel exhausted and wish the class were done) But...someone told me once that nothing worth having comes without a price, and I believe it. There are very few experiences in my life that I look back on fondly which did not involve a risk at some point along the journey. And maybe some work as well.
On another note, I've been living by myself in a double room at Loth for the last week, because the house is under capacity. It probably won't last, but it sure is fun. Quite a change from my party-room quad of last semester. I've had a heck of a fun time choosing all the decorations myself and inventing the room from the bottom up.
If I do end up with 12 hours of studio time plus about 6 more of drawing assignments....it'll be a good test of my ambitions as an artist. If I can't do this....then I'll know that I'm following the wrong calling. The question then will be, will I have the strength to turn back? Best not to think about that. Hopefully what I've always believed will prove true...that there is nothing I can loose myself in more completely then the creation of art.