It's past due for a new journal. I mean, it's December and I still have Happy Halloween up. Well, I survived the semester and I know most of my grades are A's and or B's.
I feel wiped. I've got an oncoming senior art show that I've been working on since my return from summer. I'm already sick of working on it, but it needs doing. I just took my last bundle of shots for it and already feel the queasy churning of self criticism and doubt. Let's face it gang, we are our worst critics. I'm probably the guiltiest guy I know.
I'm pretty sure I'll grow to like/tolerate/maybe love the project. All I know is, for now, it's a pain in the ass that has led me to produce some nice sculpture/toy designs and eventually some nice paintings will come of it. So, it won't be a major loss.
All that aside, i jsut need a break and some inspiration. It feels like everything I draw,write,put together feels half hearted and kind of bland. I did some (weel I think so anyway) nice black and white photography, a cd cover and my homemade robots, but a lot of my other work feels ...."blach!".
I think I'll use this break as a wilderness sabatical. Like in Scott Pilgrim(the books). They're dynamite, and the movie was nothing but a fast paced, pixelated pile of epic. I'm tellin' you kids, Scott Pilgrim's where it's at. So's Bone, MadMan and Fables.
Ok, that's enough shameless plugs. Long story short, I'll be fine. I'm just burnt out, shaken down and roughed up. Just leave me to it, and I'll be back on my feet. See you around, don't get eaten and happy end of the semester.
Listening to: Cover Songs
Reading: The spew I just typed up
Watching: My fingers on the keyboard
Playing: A little game called Confidence
Eating: Digesting cinamon buns actually
Drinking: Had some milk that tasted warmish...bleh.