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Apparently Hans Christian Andersen had a morbid terror of being buried alive, and would leave a note beside his bed at night that read, "I only appear to be dead."
What a weird dude.
This year I'll be finishing my undergraduate degree, and soon after that I'll probably be launching straight into a Masters in speech pathology. In short, school would like to think it owns my ass.
But that's only part of the reason that I haven't drawn anything in over a year.
I don't get it. I don't like it. Drawing used to be my main de-stressor - I would sit up all night sometimes to do it and go to bed happy at 5 am. I loved to translate everything I read and watched into pictures on paper. But at some point, it started to become a source of stress in itself. It began to take an unreasonable amount of effort to draw anything I was halfway content with - it was like trying to pass a kidney stone through a pencil lead. Especially when I started to commit myself to projects - my God, I should have known myself better and saved everyone a whole lot of trouble. It just got harder and harder.
Eventually I just unplugged my tablet, logged off of DevA, and decided to go fight some battles I might win. It's not as if there weren't other areas of my life that needed the attention.
So. At the moment, that part of me is doing a very, very good impression of being dead.
I won't bury it yet, though. Maybe it's only sleeping.
What a weird dude.
This year I'll be finishing my undergraduate degree, and soon after that I'll probably be launching straight into a Masters in speech pathology. In short, school would like to think it owns my ass.
But that's only part of the reason that I haven't drawn anything in over a year.
I don't get it. I don't like it. Drawing used to be my main de-stressor - I would sit up all night sometimes to do it and go to bed happy at 5 am. I loved to translate everything I read and watched into pictures on paper. But at some point, it started to become a source of stress in itself. It began to take an unreasonable amount of effort to draw anything I was halfway content with - it was like trying to pass a kidney stone through a pencil lead. Especially when I started to commit myself to projects - my God, I should have known myself better and saved everyone a whole lot of trouble. It just got harder and harder.
Eventually I just unplugged my tablet, logged off of DevA, and decided to go fight some battles I might win. It's not as if there weren't other areas of my life that needed the attention.
So. At the moment, that part of me is doing a very, very good impression of being dead.
I won't bury it yet, though. Maybe it's only sleeping.
I know I should really be studying, but...
I...think I may have just seen a candidate for the best movie of all time. Or maybe just one of the greatest performances of all time. I'm not sure yet.
I speak of Carl Dreyer's 1928 The Passion of Joan of Arc. Now I understand why this film, and Renee Falconetti's performance as Joan in particular, is legendary. It's hard to believe 70 years have passed since her face was seared into celluloid.
Citizen Kane can bite me. I had to try really, really hard to care about Citizen Kane - but Falconetti's Joan made me bawl like an infant.
When it comes to movies, I guess, that's what matters to me.
Tha mi sgith, 's mi leam fhin...
So I just got back from a 10-day trip to Scotland and I am jetlagged to HELL.
Seven things that were completely awesome:
1. The ARCHITECTURE - Melrose Abbey, Rosslyn Chapel, Edinburgh's Old Town, Glasgow University, Glasgow Cathedral...(my first Gothic cathedral. oh my god. just...oh my god.)
2. The countryside. The Highlands are possibly the most gorgeously desolate places I've ever seen.
3. Glasgow's Necropolis. SO MANY DEAD PEOPLE IN SO MANY PRETTY, PRETTY TOMBS.
4. Doing my Linguistics assignments in a bigass Victorian library.
5. The wee kirk and graveyard in the backyard of the hotel.
6. Gooseberry fools and pain au chocolat for
University? Might as well be Ultima Thule.
...I really needed to get rid of that journal entry from April, just to prove to others and myself that I'm still kicking.
GOD'S WOUNDS, it has been an exhausting semester. Or perhaps the last three weeks are just colouring the whole three months in my mind. The last three weeks were the worst. Ugh. Just...ugh.
But now it's over! I wrote my last final, handed my last paper in, and we carried the Christmas tree home last night, so now the holidays can begin.
Thanks to Art History I went on a bit of a Gothic architecture kick recently, with the (inevitable) result that my Notre-Dame de Paris obsession is back with a vengeance.
I'm re-readin
It's aliiiiiiive.
*coughs importantly*
Ahem. Ladies and gents, I give you - VILLAINY: A WEBCOMIC.
http://villainy.inkspillandquill.com/
And by "I", I really mean Techie (lettering and Supreme Webmistress duties), the Captain (Department of Narrative Wizardry), and myself (Art Wench).
This should be familiar - but terribly exciting - territory for CAT fans (the names have changed, folks, but the *essence* of the Squishmeister and co. is pretty much intact).
For those of you who have never heard of us and our little endeavor before, VILLAINY is an homage to our mad love for supervillains in all shapes and sizes. It grew out of a massive Batman fanfiction
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Ah... this is from 2012 From an older person that went through the same feeling you are going now... we get distrated with life, the pencil sundenly doesn't do want we want, the line is always crooked or to thick, we are never to be as good as others, just the thought of picking a pencil sickens you.
But I bet... that you still doodle... that when you are lost in thoughts, not thinking in anything in particular, somehow your hand is doodling something. That when you are bored to death in meetings or classes, your brain somehow sugest that the side of the notebook is a nice place to doodle
Don't worry, one day you will see something, an image will come to your head that you *just* have to draw
Best of everything in your life
But I bet... that you still doodle... that when you are lost in thoughts, not thinking in anything in particular, somehow your hand is doodling something. That when you are bored to death in meetings or classes, your brain somehow sugest that the side of the notebook is a nice place to doodle
Don't worry, one day you will see something, an image will come to your head that you *just* have to draw
Best of everything in your life