No, I'm not talking to you Janet. I am probably talking to Laura. Hi Laura! Or Lauren...?
Bah, I suck at names.
But yes, I'm sure stalker-girl is aware of my mostly defunct Genius is as Genius does blog, and I actually have upwards to around 5 or 6 other blogs I use in rotation on multitudinous different sites. Live journal, wordpress, xanga, you name it. Of course, the xanga ones I haven't touched in close to 6 years, my live journal accounts are so full of awkward teen angst it's embarrassing to sign into anymore, and my blogger blogs...I forget about those. I have a twitter. I tweet from my phone, and my mini thoughts that would normally grow up to be big brave pages upon pages long posts get snipped off and preserved in their undeveloped forms like little thought-fetuses in jars.
How's THAT for imagery?
My handle on twitter, for those who deem it worthy of their attention, is KittyExclaims. Be warned, my favorite words are among the four-letter variety.
I have no real inspiration or photos of sketches to post. I've decided early on I wanted to adapt an illustration I did into jewelry, which I figured would work as the part I wanted to keep was done in a rather thick, linear, open-work fashion.
Here is where you can find it. The black lines of JUST THE ROSE will be done. Things will be more closed up. I want to do it in a translucent blue plastic.
When I tried to work on it in illustrator I got a buggy computer and I wanted to stab the damn mac in its non-existent eyes. If it had a readily apparent webcam, I'd of crushed it with my crazy she-hulk super strength. I will have to work on it some more after break - I only have photoshop at home. Photoshop SEVEN at that. (gasp!)
I have so much homework to do before March 22nd.
Sooo much drawing. Soooo much planning.
I don't even get a proper break this summer, as I've decided to put myself through SUMMER COURSES. Because my last science course is messing up my idyllic schedule and it was recommended I take art 217 before it was too late.
THE THINGS I DO FOR MY CRAFT.
Speaking of which, someone poke me and tell me to draw a comic book. Even if it's like 6 pages long and about sandwiches, I'm so out of practice it's shameful.
I'm counting on you, stalker girl!