I've fallen madly in love with a lump of clay.
Well, she's no longer a lump of clay, but she was when I started to make her. And now, all I can do is feel my heart race as I pass her in the room.
I think I must have forgotten how much I love to sculpt the figure. Why must I lose my heart to so many different mediums? I love to draw. I love to paint. I love textiles. I love sculpting. I love papermaking, and collaging, and photography, and researching a million different things. And deep down I still love the possibilities in animation. How can I ever figure out what to do with myself if I'm being pulled passionately in multiple directions?
And some day, I'm gonna have to leave school and actually support myself financially like a real person. ::terror::
But... I'm working on figuring that all out. In the mean time, I'll cheer myself with infatuation with inanimate objects. And dream of spending this summer in Portland with E-dog. (psst, E-dog i kinda think you're super awesome and kinda sorta super miss you....)
oh, and as you can see, I've finally got my camera up and running again. HORRAY! I have more things to post, STAY TUNED.