The countdown has begun. I’m so excited—I want to do art again! I want to make things! I WANT TO DRAW NAKED PEOPLE AGAIN!!!!! I miss the charcoal smudge embedded into my fingertips. I miss the bold lines, the curve of a woman’s leg, the squares of a man’s shoulder. I miss seeing the negative spaces—they tell as much of a story as the positive ones.
I miss art. I will do art again.
I watched Despereaux tonight and I enjoyed it, but it was a little scattered. That’s the problem with turning books into movies—you lose so much detail and coherency. Maybe I just need to read the books. It’s just like Harry Potter or, dare I say it, The Golden Compass (read: The Northern Lights). I can’t think of that movie without launching myself headfirst into the inaccuracies of it, so I’ll leave it for another day.
For now, I need to focus on my financial aid applications!