(yarrrr..) i don’t know what i’m doing… (but i sure as fuck know what i’m not doing.) (ugh. and thank God for that)
…she’s going to die anyways, regardless of what i do. for all my efforts and if only for tonight, all i’ve done is secure my own reprieve.
i just thought of a solution to a problematic project. its twelve years late. fuck.
about… to… draw…. something…! GHAH!
i don’t know anymore. i’m just going to drink my coffee. listen to podcasts. and farm the shit out of mt. hyjal. fuck.
had a photo instructor in the weeding year who, at the time, i despised yet who had some useful activations of language. specific: disallowed descriptors of photography that inherited violence example: i shot a picture example: lets go take pictures at the time i was not impressed. this was the same dude who when one would tack up photos for a crit. he would focus on the thumbtacks and how...