digitalruki

So i know I'm super late, and I could have started into this fandom like two years ago and it would have been great, but I was too deep in boy's love comics and forgot all about fanfiction and how wonderful it is. It's Aimee's fault for introducing me to the power of delicious.com as a fanfic search tool. and then giving me this fanfic.

But late's better than never, I hear, so here's a sketch that maybe sums up my life right now.
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Yes world, I AM A SUPERNATURAL FAN. I LOVE CASTIEL'S BATMAN VOICE AND SAM'S STUPID HAIR. 
I *cannot wait* for the episode this friday.

I've posted something nice over at my art blog. check it!

Also, today in art class, during a very good lecture on mark making, I scribbled the following script and thumb-nailed a 2-page dirty comic. It's no-holds-barred PWP and is a blatant rip-off of every boy's love comic I've ever read. As corny as it is, it makes me laugh, so I'm going with it. Preliminary drawings begin this week!

( NSFW-- Don't read this if a) you wish to uphold some kind of dignified opinion of me or b) smutty porn dialogue makes you sick )

The reason I've had a hard time waking up lately is probably that I've been drinking more caffeinated  beverages. But I can't help it! Vending machines are *everywhere* here. Also, Japan is a cash-based society, meaning no credit cards to pay for things--Which means having a lot of change. And what can you do when your wallet weighs five pounds? Vending machine time~!

I must make note of the fact that I had my first karaoke experience last Friday on my *biiirthday!*! It was very authentically Japanese except for all the American songs. There wasn't a wide selection, but we found some essentials:
"Singles Ladies" by Beyonce
"Yesterday" by the Beatles
"Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga
"Swing Swing" by the All-American Rejects
"Call Me" by Blondie
"Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid
We also found Ride on Shooting Star by the Pillows and rocked the sh*t out of it. yesss
In celebration of my reaching the coveted 21-year mark, I ordered myself an ice-cream cocktail.

And folks, let me just say, cocktails should *always* have ice cream in them. New life rule.

Following my fabulous birthday party I crawled into bed and happily stayed there for the entire weekend. It's one of my bad habits, but sometimes (perhaps most often after social outings) I get so tired of people and just need to disconnect. I'd been craving the life of a slug recently.

In other news. ( Art, and my tendency to get completely absorbed by it )

Next: Pictures and Art. Love,
Pizza Face

Prod is going to be tricky. It's an action story about art, and God knows i've dug my own grave here. I've decided to do it, and i have everything prepared except the actual action. PLus, i'm really bad at drawing special effects =P.

The art world has grown exponentially. With all the artists out there biding for a piece of the pie, it's hard to tell who's doing it for the sake of art and who's just trying to make money. Pluche says that success is like poison to an artist. You can't be both. And so many young people are trying to learn, trying to grab whatever little scrap of fame they can. And New York is so overcrowded (because if you're anybody, that's were you live) with art students and art dealers and artists, and it used to be that you could only be an artist if you had the raw talent and could master the technical skills. But now it's done a complete 180, and if you draw really well it just doesn;t matter anymore. I could draw something so perfect it looked real (not really, just as an example), but it wouldn't matter unless i understood the 'why' of it all, unless i had a deep and philisohpical concept behind it. Photorealism isn't desirable, obviously, because to the camera. And i hate people who draw from photos, because really, that's practically like drawing nothing.

There are too many people walking this earth who don't understand what they're really doing. Too mnay pencils being ground to the hilt drawing crap. Too many hotheads, and all of them are going to be famous someday, because that's what the people want; someone wild, rebellious.

Prod is an okay drawer, who tries with all her might to be a better artist, but has doubts that she even has the grace of the true master to ever be great. They the like what, .02% of the population is successful. If you aren't consitantly the best, than who the fuck are you? And there are so many people who threw their lives into their passion, but they're failures now because New York just doesn't have room for them (not just artists; musicians, actors, writers too).

Prod wants it, wants it so bad, but she can't see herself obtaining it. In Winsor Town, it seems different, but it's exactly the same. Only one person can be the champion, and she's not that champion, yet.

Prod is good at fighting in Winsor Town because she's good at drawing in our world. How will that translate? A basic skill in drawing is measuring. Sizing up the competition? No, that's part of critique. There's markmaking-- fighting style. There's cartooning, which is like kung fu fighters who have sold out and work as stuntmen.

I dunno. I'll sleep on it some more.

Last Day. Tomorrow we all leave and, although we've all made promises to see eachother again, this is the end for so many.

I'm definately going to still be bitching about this place for a while after i get back home. I don't think i'll ever forget the things the Damned Unicorn Lady taught me, the things these kids have taught me, and how it's changed me (not really for the better). But it is different and intriguing. Maybe with time and a lot of Dreyfoos pride i'll get back. We've certainly been very prideful about Dreyfoos here. Every other sentence is 'dreyfoos this' and 'dreyfoos that' and it's definately annoying people. I think once i go home i'll start seeing things i tried to ignore before. In myself and others. (I don't want to.)

One thing i have learned, that is positive, is my flaws. In my artwork, i've begun to see what i do wrong. I've begun to avoid certain mistakes, i've begun to correct others. What has happened is the Worm-- mow begins the long journey of reaching my next goal. In my self, i see definate flaws in my ways of thinking, i see gaps in my knowledge, in my understanding/acceptance of certain ways of life. I think my opinion of many things has changed.

What was fun? All the laughter, all the stupid funny things. The Hair book. Wearing a garter belt and a corset. Pirate Day. Peter. Savannah. Robbie. Zach. Mahsa... Keisuke and Sophie. Sylvia.

I don't think i'll ever see oranges the same way again, either.

The anger was sickly satisfying, maybe. I've drawn strength from being angsty. I hate evrything but it keeps me going. I gives me something the draw about.

Chocolate chips. Cold lo mein. Adam O. Osamu. Bill the Rock Star. Mike's candy. Soccer.

I'm scared that being around all these otaku have brought out the otaku more in me, in that i drew a lot of anime in my sketchbooks, and i didn't care. And i've suffered for it. And now i'm confused-- illustration would definately be fun, but first i need to obtain that masters. I need to stick to the academics before i can persue my dreams.It's just that... everyone has responded so positively to my comics. My Hair book. I feel like i've found a great outlet. But i know i can't handle it yet. I need a lot more training.

I will succeed!









I don't want to come home yet. I still have to fix myself. Because all my questions have unraveled here where there is little support, into even more questions.

My painting is in the spot with the worst lighting. damn the Unicorn lady.

Hey cats. At MICA, here's the lowdown:

I moved in, and met Heather, my roomie, who is totally cool. She likes just about everything i like, only she's a foot taller and has blue highlights. I live on the third floor of the dorms, which sucks. Andrew and Chibi have their clas together and have arguably the best teacher, and i have a class alone with Ms. Bandet, who is all classical-oriented. Her and the teacher assistants don't even make comments on my stuff anymore when they walk by. the class is rather drab, but i am learnoing a lot. So it's worth it.

I've spent over 300 dollars, all on art supplies. And i still have tgo go out and buy the stuff for each new assignment (5 dollar paper, canvas stretchers, etc.) I've made some new buds: Heather, Savanna- Thom's new faghag, Zach and Jason- the new homos, Ben- a funny man, etcetc. I can hear them laughing now. At the moment i'm on the computer at the dining hall, in the next room from where Chia and Chibi and everyone are. Chia's laughter is still loud. He hurt his foot.

There was this whoile crisis with the Mica peeps putting me and Andrew in an acrylics class initially, but we made some noise and switched out and that's all cool now. Old news.

Tomorrow i'm taking like half the students to see Howl's moving Castle. They are all excited. ^^

Oh! My TARC (councelor) is named Osamu. Yes, Japanese. He is so cool, too. XD We are going to refer to him from now on as Mad Asian 5|<177z.

There is supposed to be a DDr competition soon too. Hm, what else?

I drew from a nude model for the first time yesterday, That was rather nerve-racking. Well, i thought it would be, but it totally wasn't. Also, i'm sursing like a mother. I've said shit like 5 times in the past hour. Feels good. Fuck is a fun word.

Ciao, i have to stick this on DA, too.