This past week was incredibly busy and yet I have only gone to one class. Just to clarify, that’s probably not very good. But I have written a very bad History of Costume midterm, handed in a gorgeous short story series six days late, acted as a faux bartender at a boutique party at my internship (I will write about it sometime), went to a burlesque show with a friend (who is more like a lover to be honest) and wallowed in hopeless ennui of pining after a boy.
Speaking of pining, it’s not a very good thing either. Unhealthy for one, creepy for two, and annoying as all hell for friends to bear with for three, so I’ll be capping that nonsense yesterday, no matter how pretty the boy is or how many sad love songs I have listened to in the past day alone. That is actually all I have been doing. Lying in my bed, pining, listening to sad indie love songs and honestly when has my life become an after school special (I am actually a grown woman, I promise).
A thing that’s happening: I’m reading Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente and I’m not sure if it’s both good and bad because on one hand I have something to project my fears and insecurities onto, but on the other it’s making me want to rip some hearts out and burn down a castle. What a terrible, terrible book. (And just to clarify, as far as I’m concerned, in my vocabulary terrible means that it makes me want to cry and laugh and feel more than ridiculous procrastinating grown ass women should feel when they have weeks ahead of them of work and sleeplessness and disasters.)
It’s been a while, but nothing special happened so far. My taste in music changed a little maybe? I don’t know, most likely the number of disasters thrown in the way of my shaky stumbling has increased exponentially.
But hey, at least there’s only one and a quarter years left until the end of school. Maybe then I’ll breathe easy? Probably not. I need to art more and this is the place I run to when art!guilt nibbles at my sentient conscience.
I desperately need to do some night-time yoga and follow it up with a glass of merlot. Reading week man, it’s the time to party hard and break things and be anxious over grown-up adult things.
My adventures in being a general human disaster continue.
I found an old mascara tube while cleaning, and I have a feeling that it’s about a year or so old. So an art medium it became.
It’s 12 am, and I’m cleaning my room. (It is actually necessary, which is sad.)
My only company is Tegan & Sara and my cat. I have an art philosophy essay that’s two days over due. One day I will look back at my life, and wonder about my choices.
This is from a project at school where we had to create three posters to illustrate a quote. We had to choose from a few options, and obviously they were all fashion themed (because hey! it’s a fashion school or something). I picked a quote by Christian Lacroix:
“Beauty is not a very well-balanced thing; it has to be disturbing and uncomfortable.”
It encapsulates much of what I find so attractive and dynamic in the creative arts – the ability of a work of art (or fashion) to have a visceral impact on the viewer and leave a tangible impression on them. So in short, this quote hit close to heart and it was a clear choice for my project. I may post my other two posters later, although I may not (because I don’t like them as much as this one).
That’s a mouth in the background by the way.
In other news, this past Monday I ordered a bunch of art books on Amazon, because I am a compulsive book shopper. The above sketches were made from reference poses in the ‘Comic Artist’s Photo Reference: Women and Girls’ book by Buddy Scalera. I got his Boys and Men book too, and a VirtualPose children reference book, so expect to see a bunch of sketches made from those sources.
This year is meant to be one of those when my skill improves and I actually get somewhere in terms of being pro at this art thing. We’ll see how it goes!
…you get this very lazy sketch of an outfit from the S/S 2012 Burberry Prorsum collection.
But then again, I made Pad Thai with a seafood mix today:
On a list of daily accomplishments, this balances out the art thing.
Still doesn’t excuse the fact that I am absolutely terrible at Assasin’s Creed, despite spending the better half of the day playing it.
I hate noses. I hate noses so hard.