Touching the sun
Today in art class I drew a naked man. I liked him a little better than last summer's Naked Man, if only because he didn't look like he was going to die any minute. We also watched slides of some of the teacher's former students' paintings... they were gorgeous and I felt a little inadequite. One day I'll learn. . .
I put the skirt on my dress today and it looks like shit. That is, it's not quite right and I haven't worked out what's wrong yet. I'm hoping it will look better when I put the belt on it.
All of that being said, I think I really want to go to art school. The only problem is that the thought of it terrifies me. The idea of having a job I really want also scares me. Happiness shouldn't be so scary.
I put the skirt on my dress today and it looks like shit. That is, it's not quite right and I haven't worked out what's wrong yet. I'm hoping it will look better when I put the belt on it.
All of that being said, I think I really want to go to art school. The only problem is that the thought of it terrifies me. The idea of having a job I really want also scares me. Happiness shouldn't be so scary.