I started the week with German and a trip to Macleay.
It was a little bizarre being on a campus of a university I’d never really previously considered even attending, in a class I’m not taking, with a bunch of animators who were, drawing in a place that I’d drawn last year. I didn’t draw much, but what I did draw ended up proving to myself that I’ve definitely improved. If I could handle looking at my drawings from the same place last year I would do a comparison, but frankly I never want to look at those drawings ever again if I can help it.
I’m putting so many lines down on the page because it’s like I have to make up for all the lines that I haven’t been able to put down on the page in the past couple of days, weeks, months.
The turtle on the second double page is my favourite because his shell looks like a hat. And his happiness is infectious, like disease.
I’m looking forward to the end of semester like a greedy child looks forward to their birthday presents. I’m looking forward to studio so much I’m going to cry when this semester ends.
I can’t say that I hate the other non-animation subjects I’m taking, but I certainly like studio better than the ones that aren’t studio, so I guess that’s why.
There are many, many birthdays, lately. The days fly and it seems like everyone is growing up. It’s weird watching those around you because you forget to watch yourself and one day, you look in the mirror and five, ten, fifteen years has passed in the blink of an eye.
Watch yourself,
Annie.
