kill me with kindness

December 4. 1999

This will be brief. I need to go to bed and die.

You know, when it comes to art, when I am in the zone, I just don't quit. I was in the zone today. I was in the zone today for 11 and a half hours straight.

This masochistic marathon of drawing was due to the fact that my full length final self portrait is due on Wednesday. In my usual procrastinating fashion, I let it go until this weekend. I decided mid-week to go home this weekend because I figured I'd be able to get more drawing done than I would at school, and besides, I'm not too fond of the people at Tyler School of Art at the moment. I needed to get the hell away from them all, for my own sanity's sake.

My dear old Dad made the rather brilliant suggestion of going up to his school to work instead of working at home, so I wouldn't have the usual distractions I do at home. Since the school was open all day and night for a school dance, I had an ample amount of time.

All told, it's turning out magnificiently well. No, I'm not done with it yet. I have an estimated 4 or 5 hours left to draw. If my Dad hadn't dragged me away from school at 11:00 pm tonight I would have probably propped up my eyelids with toothpicks and continued until I was done.

My entire arm hurts right now, so I have no clue why I'm exacerbating it by typing. Since I am drawing myself in a suit of armor (a la Joan of Arc), I had to blend the charcoal ALOT to get the texture I wanted. Hence, lots of arm movement over a long period of time. Hence, the shooting pain going up and down my right arm as I type this. Perhaps I should stop.

Anyway, I took pictures of the drawing in progress, which will be journal entry soon (hopefully Wednesday when I have access to a scanner).

Wow. An entry with no point. I should probably do this more often.

music: sleep
food: sleep
read: sleep
sight: my bed
Song Lyric:
- Bethany Rusen