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I'm so pent up...everything, incredible, dying. I can tell because, while I normally sing when I drive by myself, today I've been screaming and freaking and going crazy.
From waking up this morning completely forgetful to getting to school at nine in the morning. To draw. No one was there... until fifteen minutes later prodecker came. prodecker is just amazing. His drawings are so incredibly beautiful that its overwhelming. I want to cry and stare and become as beautiful as them. Or marry someone who is that amazing (not prodecker... a little old and a little too good).
wait. if prodecker is ...
I wonder. how old is he?
anyway. I was there until twoish, from nine till two but most of that time was spent thinking. looking at art. talking to prodecker and the lifedrawers and that girl whose name I will never remember and Lauren. just, soaking it in so later it will hit me in the face. lots of things. its hard work. so much thought into a line, like Durer who put thought and life into every stroke. but how thoughtless you can be with lines. or color and drawing as compared to color and painting: and texture and influencing other's influence on you. because college for art is not so much teaching these kids how to draw, it teaching them through being around other artists.
Kyle, who reminds me of a not straightedge Marc, does these incredible powerful cartoons and scribblings and rather immaturish art. it reminds me a lot of picasso, who wanted to draw with the heart that childen draw with. I say immature, because they aren't the tight, drafted and perfection seeking renderings you usually see in people's sketchbooks. No, this was really edgy stuff, like rabbits with parking lots on their backs. It was really cool stuff -- it made me feel like I sucked for a moment there.
I could also gush over lauren, who probably can draw things more clearly than me. I paint better than her, but her drawings are a lot easier to read. mine are so freakin scribbly. can't control it. I'm probably going to do some sketchbooking after I finish writing.
and work is really a crunch. mind numbing shatter. death brunch. I'm developing a crush on Nick, a lot more than any little attraction to the generally hotter backroom guy Will. Nick is so freaking hilarous, and its twice as awful if he's around Aaron (who does these crazy accents. He's got me talking to him in a really bad french accent all the time). AND its not like Nick personality is incredible or that he does incredible things. He's just slowly winning me over. I Now just generally floored by his dna double helix tattoo on his spine.
I want a dna double helix spine tattoo. crazy!
From waking up this morning completely forgetful to getting to school at nine in the morning. To draw. No one was there... until fifteen minutes later prodecker came. prodecker is just amazing. His drawings are so incredibly beautiful that its overwhelming. I want to cry and stare and become as beautiful as them. Or marry someone who is that amazing (not prodecker... a little old and a little too good).
wait. if prodecker is ...
I wonder. how old is he?
anyway. I was there until twoish, from nine till two but most of that time was spent thinking. looking at art. talking to prodecker and the lifedrawers and that girl whose name I will never remember and Lauren. just, soaking it in so later it will hit me in the face. lots of things. its hard work. so much thought into a line, like Durer who put thought and life into every stroke. but how thoughtless you can be with lines. or color and drawing as compared to color and painting: and texture and influencing other's influence on you. because college for art is not so much teaching these kids how to draw, it teaching them through being around other artists.
Kyle, who reminds me of a not straightedge Marc, does these incredible powerful cartoons and scribblings and rather immaturish art. it reminds me a lot of picasso, who wanted to draw with the heart that childen draw with. I say immature, because they aren't the tight, drafted and perfection seeking renderings you usually see in people's sketchbooks. No, this was really edgy stuff, like rabbits with parking lots on their backs. It was really cool stuff -- it made me feel like I sucked for a moment there.
I could also gush over lauren, who probably can draw things more clearly than me. I paint better than her, but her drawings are a lot easier to read. mine are so freakin scribbly. can't control it. I'm probably going to do some sketchbooking after I finish writing.
and work is really a crunch. mind numbing shatter. death brunch. I'm developing a crush on Nick, a lot more than any little attraction to the generally hotter backroom guy Will. Nick is so freaking hilarous, and its twice as awful if he's around Aaron (who does these crazy accents. He's got me talking to him in a really bad french accent all the time). AND its not like Nick personality is incredible or that he does incredible things. He's just slowly winning me over. I Now just generally floored by his dna double helix tattoo on his spine.
I want a dna double helix spine tattoo. crazy!