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colors... pwetty colors....
Feb. 18th, 2003 04:05 pmwent on a purchasing spree yesterday with Belfana. finally found myself a good pair of black jeans, replaced the pair of black work-type pants i tore the other day, and found a tiny ST-Cinnamon type place in the passage. Then i went on to pick up several new books (including the infamous Chobits manga i've been eyeing for a while -- i'm a little disappointed in the storyline, but the pics are pwetty). i also picked up an Islamic Mandalas book with a bunch of very intricate mandalas to color in. =)
am working at 10pm tonite, and again tomorrow nite. i can't recall the last time i stayed up til sunrise just for the sheer hell of it... or, for that matter, when i didn't have something to do the next morning. i don't think i'm capable of spending a day lounging around, unless i'm sick or utterly depressed. so i got up, gave the apt a much-needed cleaning, went to the bank, did groceries, and generally made myself useful. gods know what i'd accomplish if i had this much free time every day...
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the simple act of putting color to paper is bringing back so much i thought i'd lost. for those of you who didn't know, i spend a year in Interior Design in college, then another in Illustration & Design before resigning myself to Social. I've been an artist all my life; though i can't draw anything from my imagination, i have a knack for copying something put in front of me, and adapting it to suit me. i grew up with a pencil in my hand, and always excelled in art. yet for the past 4 years or so, i've only drawn once or twice a year. those 2 years in college disgusted me so much that all desire for art left me -- i still enjoy looking at art, but cannot bring myself to actually create it again. i use the excuse that i have no time, when in fact i cannot stand to draw anymore. maybe one day i'll be able to start again, and mend that tear in my psyche. until then, i do what i can.
am working at 10pm tonite, and again tomorrow nite. i can't recall the last time i stayed up til sunrise just for the sheer hell of it... or, for that matter, when i didn't have something to do the next morning. i don't think i'm capable of spending a day lounging around, unless i'm sick or utterly depressed. so i got up, gave the apt a much-needed cleaning, went to the bank, did groceries, and generally made myself useful. gods know what i'd accomplish if i had this much free time every day...
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the simple act of putting color to paper is bringing back so much i thought i'd lost. for those of you who didn't know, i spend a year in Interior Design in college, then another in Illustration & Design before resigning myself to Social. I've been an artist all my life; though i can't draw anything from my imagination, i have a knack for copying something put in front of me, and adapting it to suit me. i grew up with a pencil in my hand, and always excelled in art. yet for the past 4 years or so, i've only drawn once or twice a year. those 2 years in college disgusted me so much that all desire for art left me -- i still enjoy looking at art, but cannot bring myself to actually create it again. i use the excuse that i have no time, when in fact i cannot stand to draw anymore. maybe one day i'll be able to start again, and mend that tear in my psyche. until then, i do what i can.
