Every once in awhile I end up with the feeling of what I coined for myself, "Death on Blackwings." Which happens to be from a book, but I digress. It is this feeling that there could be something imminent, a forboding, that something will happen, earthquakes, something to change, a fall into the lowly depths of dark gloomy caves of my mind. I thought it went away, but it lingers, still clinging on. Usually I can figure out what it is, but this time it just lingers in the back of my mind.
So, once again, school started with past week. Including this semester, I have four more classes I have to take. This semester, I am continuing with what I did last semester. Letterpress and Lithography. these past few weeks prior to school starting I had feeling of apprehension about doing the same classes again. Either it was a smart idea to continue forward from where I left off, or a rather stupid idea to not start fresh with a new set of classes.
But, I think it will do well. In litho I am going to be doing color, which though it is a lot of hard work, I am finally excited to do it since the last time I did it at Santa Cruz. Also, I am taking class with the undergrads, which gives me a whole new set of fresh faces to interact with. They do not know my work, which is exciting as they will also have a fresh outlook on it as well. In Letterpress I am continuing with the Pandora's box themed Broadsides. Hopefully also another book.
My last book, "Redial"
Alas, work is work. I am ready, so very ready to leave retail. Much more on that when I feel like writing about it.
So for now this is about it, and perhaps I will get back into actually writing in this thing.