it's a 60s post modern gingerbread house
Oh my gosh! Look! I'm posting on this thing! After how many months? I don't think I've touched it since school started. But that's ending now. Yes, I have just about almost completed my first semester of college! It felt fast. And was brutally racked by failure! See below.
I discovered that I lost the t-shirt contest design I entered...to someone in my class no less! (jealous) It bruises only because I actually liked my submissons and I refuse to believe they're not hip and fashion-y even though they aren't. That's what you get for pretending you know something about fashion!
I also lost the Ayn Rand Essay Contest which i knew was coming but to actually hear it is sort of depressing. They, at least, are sending my a complementary free book (which I at first though was some sort of Objectivst test and accepting it would make them think I was a "moocher" in the lexicon--I ended up picking We the Living cause I find Ayn Rand's prose melodramatically awesome). Toy R Us also sent my a very short and matter of fact email that they weren't going to give me the time of day.
And now the topper:
While (I think) I'm drawing better something about going day in and day out to draw a model has all but obliterated the small amount of creativity I once had. I have not done a single piece besides school projects for months. I blame my teachers. They've terrified me into thinking I need a models and references to draw ANYTHING. Which, y'know, you kinda do but not to the point were you can't even draw a line on your own! I still haven't reconciled myself with the idea of drawing from pictures either which is what I was explicitly asked NOT TO DO all through high school. I just hope I'm able to think again. PLEASE COME BACK MY MIND I MISS YOU. Maybe I've transferred too much energy into my Creative Non-Fiction class?
But I'll move one before I go too far into how sad I'll be to see that class go. If only my Creative Non teacher's film class next semster wasn't an evening class! I'd be on that like...I have no idea, actually, insert your own metaphor.
On the train yesterday I saw a guy walking along the tracks with a backpack, jeans and even smoking a cigarette. A worker? Probably. But my romantic mind chooses to believe I just saw a hobo making his way to New York City. Which is so ridiculous I'm almost too ashamed to write it. Oh well.
Are they bad? Are they? Maybe. They had to be black and white. Was that the downfall?
Screw it, I like 'em
I discovered that I lost the t-shirt contest design I entered...to someone in my class no less! (jealous) It bruises only because I actually liked my submissons and I refuse to believe they're not hip and fashion-y even though they aren't. That's what you get for pretending you know something about fashion!
I also lost the Ayn Rand Essay Contest which i knew was coming but to actually hear it is sort of depressing. They, at least, are sending my a complementary free book (which I at first though was some sort of Objectivst test and accepting it would make them think I was a "moocher" in the lexicon--I ended up picking We the Living cause I find Ayn Rand's prose melodramatically awesome). Toy R Us also sent my a very short and matter of fact email that they weren't going to give me the time of day.
And now the topper:
While (I think) I'm drawing better something about going day in and day out to draw a model has all but obliterated the small amount of creativity I once had. I have not done a single piece besides school projects for months. I blame my teachers. They've terrified me into thinking I need a models and references to draw ANYTHING. Which, y'know, you kinda do but not to the point were you can't even draw a line on your own! I still haven't reconciled myself with the idea of drawing from pictures either which is what I was explicitly asked NOT TO DO all through high school. I just hope I'm able to think again. PLEASE COME BACK MY MIND I MISS YOU. Maybe I've transferred too much energy into my Creative Non-Fiction class?
But I'll move one before I go too far into how sad I'll be to see that class go. If only my Creative Non teacher's film class next semster wasn't an evening class! I'd be on that like...I have no idea, actually, insert your own metaphor.
On the train yesterday I saw a guy walking along the tracks with a backpack, jeans and even smoking a cigarette. A worker? Probably. But my romantic mind chooses to believe I just saw a hobo making his way to New York City. Which is so ridiculous I'm almost too ashamed to write it. Oh well.
Are they bad? Are they? Maybe. They had to be black and white. Was that the downfall?
Screw it, I like 'em