January 2011
(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.
almost...
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.
problematic.
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...
