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2/21
today i got involved in an extremely obssessive web project: no drawing, no yoga and at 11 pm i have yet to go into the studio.
i can be very stubborn about finishing something that i set out to do, even when it exhausts me, but that's the price i pay for leaving everything to the last minute (and once again, that's a choice).
but the downside to this sort of behavoir is that it leaves me extremely vulnerable and the least little thing can throw me.
and it has... into a place of deep and profound sadness. i don't know why it always amazes me that a tiny incident can tap so directly into such a huge well of emotion, it is after all one of the ways in which "art" works.
(but at least i didn't burn the sauce)
today i got involved in an extremely obssessive web project: no drawing, no yoga and at 11 pm i have yet to go into the studio.
i can be very stubborn about finishing something that i set out to do, even when it exhausts me, but that's the price i pay for leaving everything to the last minute (and once again, that's a choice).
but the downside to this sort of behavoir is that it leaves me extremely vulnerable and the least little thing can throw me.
and it has... into a place of deep and profound sadness. i don't know why it always amazes me that a tiny incident can tap so directly into such a huge well of emotion, it is after all one of the ways in which "art" works.
(but at least i didn't burn the sauce)
