Hitting the wall

Mar 16, 2004 00:04

Every time I start to remember start to get going I hit the wall as I call it where I can't quite go any further because it hurts it feels like my brain is going to blow. Artwork is getting really difficult again which makes it worse. Can’t really talk to about my problems Dani been wanting to, but instead I have been a bug and overly clingy since I don’t have the words to put what is going on in my head to reality and I don’t like putting my mental problems on her. I do love her and am willing to help her on hers and be with her for anything I just don’t know what my problem is and don’t want to add more to her with all the problems we have been having a good deal I feel like I am the cause of even though it is out of my control.
I have papers I should do since I found out to day they are Tuesday, and Wednesday not Thursday and Friday like I thought and Immel suggested. I don’t even know what is happening in my senior project 2 class anymore never got enough work done in my opinion I well pull off a short rough cut cartoon but not what I wanted but to do what I wanted I realize now I needed to have started midterm last quarter that way giving me time to color in Photoshop and get everything done like I wanted. School is burning me out more then I thought I would the fun is gone for the most part. I have learned to hate 3d animation which would so hurt Mrs. Ravea my old computer graphic teacher because I liked it so much and was really decent with backgrounds and such. This schools being so character driven and out right ignoring backgrounds has killed a lot because I love to do background and nature.
There is other work I need to do to Jymm wants me to do some sort of graphic novel or comic book and I should I credit him for a lot he kept me from becoming worse kept me relatively clean he showed me what it did and made it so I did not. He failed to do what he wanted but asked me not to he also started off on the path to become what I want to be. In some ways I blame him for me being at the Art Institute because he told showed me how the path I was on failed him how VCU fucked him and in a way I am glad I did not go there.
There is a lot to say and most of this makes no real since brain hurt been wanting to draw the ideas are there the want is there but the ability is going as fast as I learn to do the work again I am slipping and I need someone to help push me along someone to hold my hand I just don’t know how they could do it really.
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