Saturday
This morning I queued up some catholic choir music (beautiful stuff) and dumped a good hour into the 3D dragon. I made some good progress with the horns on the back of his head and jawline. There’s barely enough time left in the day to get a tad more done.
Another archetypal workday at the museum. Work is always its own little microcosm of social events (gladly these interactions have been positive thus far). Weather we like it or not, the people we work with become our lives, and it’s hard to leave them at the door when you clock-out. They invade our thoughts during off-hours, and we, in turn, get into their heads. We see these people more than we see our own families, so there’s really no way around it.
Another archetypal workday at the museum. Work is always its own little microcosm of social events (gladly these interactions have been positive thus far). Weather we like it or not, the people we work with become our lives, and it’s hard to leave them at the door when you clock-out. They invade our thoughts during off-hours, and we, in turn, get into their heads. We see these people more than we see our own families, so there’s really no way around it.