Mar 17, 2008 11:45
So I have a meeting with both Schleier and Burkett at three today. I have no pieces to my project made anymore and three critiques this week.
The term stress applies.
And as I write this I'm sitting at my desk with a black garbage bag for a shirt and plaster gauze stiffening over my mouth. Poetic?
And once again, I am fantastic.
Flip
plaster,
art projects from hell,
poetry