oh dear I just logged back in to dA after ... a very long absence.
I'm on flickr now, but maybe I should update this too. I got a tumblr too.
I made it to Cooper Union, for whoever still notices my updates, and everything had been very eventful since moving out here. Finally in New York. Um, wow, I created this 4 years ago, and lost my commitment after only 2 years. I don't know how I feel about that.
Somedays I feel like it's slipping. You know how they say once you get what you wish for, the magic is gone. Sometimes I feel like I'm watching that dream dissolve in my hands, the one that pulled me through and kept me going. Because now I'm here, now what. Maybe it wasn't as great as I imagined. Imagination is always better. A memory untainted is always better than the extension of it. Now the art that I squeezed out time to do turn into assignments I have to finish before the deadline. The very thing I love turned against me, and occasionally, I am actually sick of all the art around me and questioning everything and determining whether or not this is art and whether or not this is effective or not and forming my own opinions about it. The other day I was at madison square park, and all I can see in that sculpture were complementary colours vibrating against each other and how the colour affects the space it is in, and would that be of use for my next colour assignment that is due next next week? Looking back on some of the crap I created, I really put my mind into it. Not saying I don't now, I do even more, but it's just...different.