Monday, October 15, 2012

Debating between making myself a real meal and staying up late to draw, or eating a crap dinner while drawing until a reasonable bedtime.

CONFLICTING VALUES. 

D:

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

So it’s officially week 1

I cut my first poster at work. Ai-yah, I think I expended more energy than necessary at work today. But it feels quite satisfying! = v =

My library loan for Flowers for Algernon was finally received. It’s amazing how this little book could have such an impact. I read only an excerpt of it in middle school, but it’s just one of those novels that I’ve never forgotten. Hopefully rereading it will inspire some creative writing juices so I can make some significant progress in my draft of The Cave

The Psychology book shall also supplement my “research.” And I recommend Little Bee to anyone looking for some good contemporary literature. It ain’t no 50 Shades of Sex. :P (Don’t forget the obligatory cameo of Domo-kun.)

And for advanced sculpture I’m supposed to create a model of a piece made by an artist of my choice. Well, I guess the artist I chose isn’t renown enough, so I was suggested to copy Antony Gormley.

I gotta make this:

Look something like this:

Well I’ll be busy for the rest of the night. =____=

Monday, September 17, 2012

Rhetorical

“He’s important to both of us.”


“He is.”


“You know that…there were little pieces of his skull caught in his hair when he fell to the ground?”


No, I didn’t know that.

Tablet drawing break

I’m getting ready to go back to campus, so I have to pack stuff. I’m not going to draw with my tablet until Friday of this week. I’ve been meaning to finish those last three OOR portraits before school starts. :D

Until then I’m going to finish up those drawings of Omi and Miko!

Friday, August 10, 2012
You don’t have to be nervous when you’re with me. T.S.
Sunday, August 5, 2012

You

I don’t have a rocking chair, but rather a chair that rocks. It feels harmless enough. The first time I sat in my chair, I leaned back and felt a terrible plunge in my stomach as I started to fall. But at the last moment the bands of the chair shifted. I didn’t fall backward like I thought I would. But even now when I lean back, I forget.

My chair reminds me of you.