|Hugs. (Me and Cait.)|
Sometimes... I wish I weren't so intense. But I need to be if I'm preparing for battle. Senior studio next semester with Susan Moore and Donna Nelson... bring it. I guess, I could be more intense... Van Gogh ate his yellow. That's WAY intense. If I ever get that hardcore, I hope I keep my ears.
|I need a hug. (This is my roomie, Sean.)|
Still. I got into senior studio... 100 majors and 20 spots. I got in. I don't want anyone to regret letting me in. My friend is bringing a hot plate so we can cook dinner at Tyler. I'm bringing my sleeping bag. 24 hour access to the building is both a gift and curse. The insanity of the next two semesters of my life should be considered an art piece in itself.
|I need a hug. (My friends Hiroki and Cait. Sean again.)|
It's not that different from some of the other majors. The architecture majors sleep in their studios. They're lucky enough that their predecessors leave cots, mini-fridges, and microwaves behind. The health professions kids go days without sleeping. The engineering students can be seen at the Tech Center wearing the same clothes a week straight... I want to live in a world where this level of intensity is the norm. Once I had a professor lecture our class on the importance of changing our clothes during midterms and finals week.
Perhaps, I can make a binder for everything. I'm thinking it would be nice to have a binder with different poses. Sitting poses. Then a binder of home interiors. A binder of hands. Of eyes.
I probably have some level of OCD.
|I need a hug right now. (This is my friend Mickey on NYE... he said his eyes were closed because he meant it.)|