Chalk It Up To Experience

So my art midterm was due today. Picture a life size portrait of me. Now add a piano and Chuck Palahniuk novel to the mix, and cover in chalk pastels. The thing about this is I had to tape the poster to the wall at the foot of my bed to actually finish the thing. I also had to spray the fixative there, in our confined, far from ventilated room. It took a couple of coats to make everything stick, probably because the first few found their way almost entirely into my lungs.

I woke up this morning with a headache and next to no balance. The drive to the art complex was quite interesting.

Jesse & James Are Raging Inside Me

My head is a blender.


Ingredients:

Image of Jesse

Image of James Dean


Preparation:

Put into my blender head and watch them spin around into one globular mess.


End Results:

A random sketch of Jesse merged with James' attitude
















I think it's time for a nap.

Planarians are enviable?

Welcome to my failed attempt for studying for zoology! Creativity sometimes spawns from desperation, and I must admit I desperately wish to not study for this exam tomorrow.
There is still charcoal under my nails from art this morning. It's hard to find motivation when all I technically have to do on Tuesdays and Thursdays is wake up and spill my soul onto newsprint. Also a new exciting project is underway. All we need now is to apply for funding and get our hands on a video camera. Oh odyssey credit.

Planarians have the ability to regenerate after being sliced and prodded by mad scientists (I am what I am). If only when life gets in their way people could do the same and mend their broken pieces.