last update of the night … added some friends, read some beautiful journals i haven’t taken the time to notice before now …
i am realizing how much i miss writing … this live, eat, sleep, breath art shit is flattening my creativity surprisingly … i never thought i would utter those words … but it is the process of sculpture that i love so dearly: sand, torch, drill, mold, mix, cut, template, polish, dust, dabble, stare, laugh, cry, wait to dry, cough, air, if i smoked i’d need a thousand cigarettes a day … they have a punching bag in the 3d lab that comes in mighty handy at midnight when you’ve been there since 8 in the morning and your project just chipped on you … heh, 2 weeks left …
pssst. professors at private art institutes that still conform to formatted writing and force their artist students into this, suck ass! this means you if you ever read this, you bastard …