Apples.

so if I just exist for the next ten minutes

Hey, I was thinking about you.
Just thought you should know.

the art of invisibility.

I just hope something really good comes out from all of this.

So right now in class we're working on a figure painting. Mines coming along, and hopefully I'll be happy with it by the end of the last session. After we finish this one, we're going to paint a landscape and then another figure I think. That'll leave us with 5 finished paintings. Two stills, two figures, and one landscape. We'll probably do one or two more after that, but I'm not sure.

I'm beginning to get nervous again with this whole school thing. I just want to do somthing that's really impressive....I want to blow somebodys mind.

It's scary, to know that someday soon I'm going to be leaving all of this. After this it's just me and whatever is out there waiting.

I'm scared.
I'm excited.
I'm anxious.

That's it.

p.s. I miss you.

Polar bears would be invisible if it weren't for their black noses.

Eh, nothing really eventful has happened.... I guess you could say I'm feeling a little less angsty.... no wait.... I'm really not. I did have a head could though. I'm over it now.

Wow, it is going to be a really really long two months.

I started a new illustration. Hopefully it will turn out really awesome and I can post it here. I already know what it's called, which usually doesn't happen. I'm calling it 'Moltie and the Fox'. I'm not sure who Moltie is yet... we'll see. The finished drawing is only going to be about 7"? It's almost square. I guess that's kinda small. Maybe I'll do a 'Moltie and the Fox 2' and it'll be bigger.... and on wood... and in oil paint. We'll see.

I have a few sketch pages though.

That's it for now.

Well, just another day in the life of I guess.

Now the sky is a torn up denim.

I finally finished the third piece in my "birds make noise" series. This one is called 'Whisper' because of the colors and because of the subtle power behind it that whispers also have.
I'm happy with it. I want there to be a total of 6 pieces in the series, so that means there's three down and three to go. I'm thinking the last one wish be called 'Silence'... that seems like a fitting end.

In other news, I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed again. I forget how many months I have until I have to submit all of my applications to schools...but it's still looming.
This is the list: Parsons The New School, SVA, MICA, PNCA, SAIC, CCA, and Cooper Union
The more I think about it, the more I want to go to Portland..... I hear it's incredible there. I really have no idea...

Then there's the fact that I'm emotionally exhausted, though anyone who has been fallowing this knows that. (not that anyone is fallowing it)
I'm just trying not to think about it... though then I end up watching movies by myself and thinking about it anyway....

For now I think I'm going to try writing as much as possible....for now. And continue to fail at playing the guitar.

And because I have this weird desire to change my hair every time my life takes a new turn, I will be cutting and coloring it tomorrow. Maybe I'll even put up a picture.

Well, that's it for now.
Good night.

FML

I dont know how I'm going to tell you this............. to your face.....




I think I'm in love with you.

Chapter Eight

swelling.

Up, up, up.

I've never seen an expression be so honest; like dust and trees and cardboard boxes, they just are what they are. You are too.
And though I don't understand every decision that you reach, I can see the gears turning behind your eyes and I know that the spark is not compulsion.

You search. You react. You conclude. You know.

And that's the way it's meant to be because that's the way it's happening. Though, there's still your expressions, your eyes, your blaze.... the rawness of your gaze....
and my honest thoughts to your honest face.

For every bird, last word and shopping cart.

It's amazing how... stagnant the days can sometimes feel, but it's even more so when they're not. When we become stirred, no longer standing water.

The air was nice today; cool, crisp and moving; soft. The walk to class was short.