░░▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒░░ (masstreble) wrote,

The irony that I'm typing this right now is almost note-worthy, but distinctly not.

Somehow, reading LJ whilst in a room in which I'm supposed to be working while another class is in it is tremendously satisfying, and you should all try it sometime.

It looks like this semester is quickly coming to a quick and clean conclusion. I've done awfully this go. Two of my classes kind of fizzled, and my last three I've only done par on. I cannot believe that I'm the same person that was on the Dean's list a few semesters back. I've been doing steadily worse in my acedemic performance, but I'm only a few more semesters away from that shiny, shiny art degree. I really hope I'll have the skills to justify having it at that point. I mean, jenkatb4u, for instance, has never had any practical schooling in this stuff, but I'm seeing character rendering from you that I'm at least two years away from being able to routinely do. I recently had an awakening as to what discipline really is, and how to truly improve at this stuff, so much that I actually believe I can teach and help other people do the same. (Speaking of which, bossgoji, did you find a sketchbook yet? I was going to bug you about it later, but I'm doing it publicly instead, bwa ha ha ha!)

Took long enough. :< Throughout my life, I would occasionally come back to something artistically expressive, but then everything would get upturned, and I'd forget about those things until I could make everything work again. I suppose that did make me adaptive, but that means that it wasn't until high school that I came back to it. I remember how horrible I was back then. I had this silly skinny sketchbook they sell at big retailer places, and I was making strange fustrated attempts at understanding human anatomy and proportion. I think I still have a lot of that stuff somewhere around, too. When I look at them, and compare it to the stuff I fill my sketchbooks with now, I feel encouraged -- it reminds me that I'm getting somewhere. I was deathly worried that I would reach this point, an invisible wood-reinforced titanium cieling with nails sticking out of it, at which I wouldn't be able to improve past, that my development would just stop. I'll bet you might think that funny: it wasn't to me, and still isn't now. It's been a nightmare that I've returned to for as long as I've been holding these pencils. It's the same fear that really kept me back, perversely.

Alright, back to two dimensional computer design. Vectors beckon.
Tags: rl, social, thoughts

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