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"Last night's long and interesting post was eaten by a Nortons Update, at the precise moment where I learned that closing a window that tells you that Nortons has updated your computer and made it warm and fuzzy and safe and wants to restart it now has the same effect as clicking on okay. Ah well, you live and you learn and you curse computers."
He, neil gaiman, always somehow explains any situation best. I read what he writes, and wish that i were able. Mike offered to rip my writing politely to shreds, i'm not sure if i'll let him, but i'll tell you that i'm tempted. I've never wanted anything more than this, wanting it shredded. Wanting all the problems to sit there sticking their tongues out at me and laughing devilishly. I know i won't though.
Art. Its playing this prevalent poke in my life now. People want me to draw thing, and i just dramatically (DRAMATICALLY) revamped my style. I had another world opened up to me by another artist. An adult one at a swim meet who looked at what i was drawing, and upon my words of "i'm attempting to practice anatomy. Little kids in swimsuits are suprisingly unhelpful" the retired anatomist picked up my sketch book and taught me. We abandoned our jobs and he told me hundreds of tricks and tips and all of a sudden these realistic foreward view muscled realistic people were dancing out of my paper towards me. The effect was staggering.
I also ended up getting into this show. Last year i failed at that, and this year only two people from my school got into it. Me... and a senior. What got in was my photomanipulation of myself titled "It Spreads".
I think i like it. I"ll contemplate doing more of that style, or something. Maybe i'll try now.
Yup.
Thanks to everyone for generally everything. I do believe that i don't say that enough.
I adore you all. (Hugs to Qlau and Nathan... just... because)