drawings of tim from a cell phone picture and my teacher from life

redo of the first drawing. not sure i like the way this one turned out

the change of the pieces as i learn new things is the best part

some details of a collaboration with alex, who is awesome

the people are of crystal castles

illustrations from the spring final

I can't change the kinds of things I am compelled to create. No one should ever have to change something like that. It is as if aesthetic is embedded in DNA some way.

At least this is what I say when I start to feel down, unsure, pathetic whatever. But it should be easy to believe. Even though it seems 100 people are telling me what I should be doing, or the correct way of making things. I am not okay with there being a right and a wrong way. There are the endings of either being happy or disappointed, and I strive to chose the path to being happy. How do I care if someone else isn't over what I made?

Anyway, it's sort of like that.

remember what sol wrote to eva:

...stop worrying about big, deep things such as “to decide on a purpose and way of life..." You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO!"