This past weekend I saw Rambo... that Stallone guy is a beast, basically. I actually feel manly after seeing that movie, and I'm a girl! Haha.. it was really cool. Sylvester Stallone holds a special place in my heart also because for some reason I always thought he looked like my dad, but I think now that might be because when they had long hair? Or something? Maybe it's the mouth, I dunno' hahaha.. (for those that don't know I'm half white, by the way).
Also, when I was in the bathroom the other day fixing my hair, I was thinking about WOW and *what if* one day their servers all went down... for like a month?! How many lives would that change? Would there be suicides? Anxiety attacks and emotional breakdowns from those that play it so hardcore? Haha, random.
Today in class we had to show progress on our projects and I had a bunch of character designs n' small thumbs of environments to show. The class was near silent, and it seemed everyone did their own thing while people were talking about their stuff. The teacher spent a long while going over some people's stuff, like the editorial illustrations, and real world issues, etc etc. Then when he came around to mine and Feng's stuff, who do concept art mostly, he had no input creatively to our progress. No interest in the stories, subjects, characters... only, "the anatomy, the composition etc.." which, granted, is very important, but on mine I had no illustrations, as right now that's not part of my initial stages. So needless to say I was done in 46 or so seconds.
- Ordinarily this might upset me really bad, what am I doing wrong, what can I do to please him, should I just do editorial illustrations instead of concept art because I know I won't get much feedback creatively? Oh noooooooes! Then a second later I think, what the hell have I been drawing and gaming and digital painting at home so much for? No one put a gun to my head and said to do it. So I trudge on, swatting at the insecurities of being in a now random environment (though it's my senior year yes), knowing that there are better schools out there for what I want to do, teaching first hand n' all, much better than what I am doing to teach myself... So! What keeps me going? That's another conversation for another day. ~