21.34/01.31.07
It seems like when you go two steps forward, I go five steps back love. I keep having dreams and I wake up crying. Even now, I'm all bleary eyed. It's silly, because I shouldn't be sad. These dreams are just me being lusty. They don't mean anything, they're just sex filled dreams of the past, filled with snuggles and kisses that followed. That means nothing, right? It doesn't mean anything. :sigh: Rough day at school. Perspective went well enough. It's cool 'cos we're doing shapes now and learning how to view them at angles and different sight lines.
Intro to sculpture, I wanted to kick myself. I had a bad "session" during lunch and regretted it afterwards, but ended up making a great drawing for Intaglio. Cut myself up some more wrestling with the chiken wire. Finished my armature. Putzed around and comtemplated the rest of my day. I just wanted to hide my head in the sand. It was that kind of day I guess.
My t-shirts came in. That was really quick. I ordered them monday and they were in by this afternoon. Talk about your speedy delivery. If Amazon.com was that fast, I would've had my venture bro's dvd. ; _ ; But whatever, I settled for Space Ghost. Watching Gothika right now and scaring myself shit less. Tomorrow will be a better day. I start my day off with Al, how could it not be a good day?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Boredom
11.54/1.29.07
Boredom drove me to JoAnne Fabric's today. And boredom drove me to making a kick ass t shirt. lol It's drying, but it's kick ass.
Colors
16.59/1.29.07
The past two weeks I have been doing super in school. Yes, I still cut out of art history, but besides that, I've been doing great with the in class work. However, today in Life painting, they introduced colors into our grizai. I almost cried. When anyone mentions the word "color" when we're painting the human figure, I freak. I can't do it. I understand color when I'm doing pastel or dry media, and I understand doing tones in raw umber, flake white, and ivory black, but I can't do it in color. I just freak out and became a bumbling idiot pushing paint on the canvas and hoping it's right.
It's so hard for me to do. I can do it in dry media, but I just can't do it in oil. It's so hard for me. I don't understand nor can I even comprehend why there is such a road block. I just can't do it. I'm a great draftsman, I'm great tonally, I'm a great scumbler. I just can't do oil color. I'm trying. I got so worked up about it, I just toned another piece of canvas and will try again on friday. I'm just so upset with myself. I don't know why I can't do this.
The past two weeks I have been doing super in school. Yes, I still cut out of art history, but besides that, I've been doing great with the in class work. However, today in Life painting, they introduced colors into our grizai. I almost cried. When anyone mentions the word "color" when we're painting the human figure, I freak. I can't do it. I understand color when I'm doing pastel or dry media, and I understand doing tones in raw umber, flake white, and ivory black, but I can't do it in color. I just freak out and became a bumbling idiot pushing paint on the canvas and hoping it's right.
It's so hard for me to do. I can do it in dry media, but I just can't do it in oil. It's so hard for me. I don't understand nor can I even comprehend why there is such a road block. I just can't do it. I'm a great draftsman, I'm great tonally, I'm a great scumbler. I just can't do oil color. I'm trying. I got so worked up about it, I just toned another piece of canvas and will try again on friday. I'm just so upset with myself. I don't know why I can't do this.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
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