i should pack, i need sleep, and i want to draw. this sucks.

flying back to hong kong at 7AM, means I cab out at 5AM, means i only have 6 hours to divvy up between the 3. unless my math is broken (not unlikely), I have 2 hours for each right? that's not bad. I fucking hate packing and travelling bc of residual trauma from forgetting/losing ( Read more... )

15 solid hours of sleep later, I attended a meeting with my creative writing teacher who was 'confused about some of my narrative choices.' What that meant was that he'd detected all the symptoms of me writing from a character and a string of nifty scene ideas without having a real story arc until I crapped together a bullshit ending, though he ( Read more... )

This is some of the works-in-progresses I've begun in 'foundations of drawing' class:


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