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well, i think i always knew book arts was a never going to be my REAL concentration. i subconsciously took it as a secret baby step toward illustration. steph finally won me over. i am going to illustrate. i tested the whole notion out by telling myself that i'm already in illustration. it felt really good. i am really glad i psyched myself out. i'm so grateful that steph shared her illustrative insight with me. i don't think i ever would really have been able to make my secret yearning to illustrate a reality without her. i'm still a little bit scared, but i was scared last year too when i went into photo, and now i am leagues ahead from where i started. i'll probably have some climbing to do, but i have such a love for illustration and magic and fairy tales and LIFE, man. i think i owe it to myself to make the leap. children's books. i would love to illustrate, or write, or even just to edit one. i want to have a part in making a children's book. books.
i bought brushes and that watercolor moleskine that i have been aching for. i feel like i need another one already. i want to have a more observational/sketch one and then another solely for dream paintings.
i also bought this really cool baroque art book. i wanted to buy gothic nightmares (i've had my eye on that one since last year), but i held off. it was still too expensive. it reminds me of d. if we get back on track. if he recognizes and respects MY creativity, maybe, just maybe i'll share some of my sweet illustration skills and purchase that book to curl up with. i'll probably just find it on amazon anyway. the writing in it is actually very interesting and accessible--two things that are rarities within the confines of art books. usually the text is so stuffy. the writer goes into great detail about all the mythical references and controversies surrounding the paintings.mmmmm good stuffs.
j. texted me and asked THE most ridiculous question. he wanted to know if he could pull off a camel-colored smoking jacket. ummm...ok, i'm trying, i really am to find the straightness in this guy.
he's probably straight, he's just too into his own image for my taste. what is it with me and men who love themselves so much? actually, i take that back. they really hate themselves. it's so confusing. love and hate are hardly different things. men and assholes are too.
haha.
i bought brushes and that watercolor moleskine that i have been aching for. i feel like i need another one already. i want to have a more observational/sketch one and then another solely for dream paintings.
i also bought this really cool baroque art book. i wanted to buy gothic nightmares (i've had my eye on that one since last year), but i held off. it was still too expensive. it reminds me of d. if we get back on track. if he recognizes and respects MY creativity, maybe, just maybe i'll share some of my sweet illustration skills and purchase that book to curl up with. i'll probably just find it on amazon anyway. the writing in it is actually very interesting and accessible--two things that are rarities within the confines of art books. usually the text is so stuffy. the writer goes into great detail about all the mythical references and controversies surrounding the paintings.mmmmm good stuffs.
j. texted me and asked THE most ridiculous question. he wanted to know if he could pull off a camel-colored smoking jacket. ummm...ok, i'm trying, i really am to find the straightness in this guy.
he's probably straight, he's just too into his own image for my taste. what is it with me and men who love themselves so much? actually, i take that back. they really hate themselves. it's so confusing. love and hate are hardly different things. men and assholes are too.
haha.