I have a pinched nerve or something in my neck. It’s not that bad. It’s just bad enough that the thought of 6 hours of painting was unbareable. So I didn’t go to class today. I have been studying at Tom’s work all day. They have blankies there and it’s warm. There is even a bag of frozen peas in the freezer to ice my neck. I have a midterm on Wednesday and a paper due on wednesday but I’m just feeling like I’ve given up a little. I am reading but the words don’t seem to link together into cohesive sentances. Oh well! It’ll all work out. Tonight I’m watching nashville by Robert Altman. It’s for a narrative drawing class. I wish that class was more focused on actually drawing, it is a studio class after all, instead of being bombarded with readings and movies about 80s rap music and graffiti art. I’m not sure how much it all really related to my life or my art. THe class dissappoints on a few levels, but then how can I complain when I’m making work I really like through stretching the assignments. So whatever, I won’t complain, or maybe I will, who cares.
I turned in my exhibition proposal for my senior show. Seems so werid to be applying for a show so far in advance. I wonder if my work will look anything like it does now. I wonder what it’ll be like to have that show behind me and graduate from CCA. I wonder. I wonder if I’m going to get much painting done this semester. I am full of wonder.