another random musing
College's going well, so far. It's a huge workload this year, but always something new.
In drawing class we went outdoors to the riverside today, as it was fine wheater. It's amazing how many people feel inclined to take a peek, thinking you won't realize. Somehow they sometimes walk away and you feel like you disappointed them. What expectations do they have, when they walk up to someone drawing? To see a photo-realistic drawing? I think so. Some of them walked away scoffing, but hey, we're an art CLASS...we're learning. Plus drawing always looks so easy, but isn't that easy to do. Peeking isn't either, a guy on a bike almost ran into the wall I was sitting on, trying to peek. Some guy played the guitar, so we had music to go with. Very nice day :)
I was in a rather black mood yesterday. Recently I discovered that I haven't finished a "me" art piece in about a year and a half. I have bucketloads of sketches and scribbles, but nothing finished. Whenever I draw something I tell myself I have to study, so it becomes a study not anything free. Now I've lost my patience and I often want to draw, but "talk" myself out of it. I really need to find a solution to this or I'll give up drawing. Not that I want to, it will just happen.
I re-read some of my Anastasia drabbles, and I sometimes think, maybe I should write a full story and post it somewhere. Just to hone my mad english skills. There's still some of the Dimitri story simmering somewhere inside me.
In drawing class we went outdoors to the riverside today, as it was fine wheater. It's amazing how many people feel inclined to take a peek, thinking you won't realize. Somehow they sometimes walk away and you feel like you disappointed them. What expectations do they have, when they walk up to someone drawing? To see a photo-realistic drawing? I think so. Some of them walked away scoffing, but hey, we're an art CLASS...we're learning. Plus drawing always looks so easy, but isn't that easy to do. Peeking isn't either, a guy on a bike almost ran into the wall I was sitting on, trying to peek. Some guy played the guitar, so we had music to go with. Very nice day :)
I was in a rather black mood yesterday. Recently I discovered that I haven't finished a "me" art piece in about a year and a half. I have bucketloads of sketches and scribbles, but nothing finished. Whenever I draw something I tell myself I have to study, so it becomes a study not anything free. Now I've lost my patience and I often want to draw, but "talk" myself out of it. I really need to find a solution to this or I'll give up drawing. Not that I want to, it will just happen.
I re-read some of my Anastasia drabbles, and I sometimes think, maybe I should write a full story and post it somewhere. Just to hone my mad english skills. There's still some of the Dimitri story simmering somewhere inside me.