i spent all day walking around campus sketching. you'd think that i was having a jolly good time, but i wasn't. i was very tired and frustrated. for me, sketching is an inspired thing..but this is a practice/learning thing, so it's not fun at all. i wanted to sketch people, feelings, ideas..but my teacher has put the standard to architectural structures.
:P

my teacher is pretty cool. in one of his last emails he sent us, he wrote:
"to begin a dialogue with me (your critic), you must bring something to the table - go out and fill your tables - what does your gut say after digesting the information? does it belch? does it sing? does it WHAT? - draw it, model it, click mice on it, GET INSIDE IT < GET IN IN < go, go, go, GO - i'll tell you this - no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn"

the last line i bolded was what i thought was tres cool. of course, i just got through last semester with a professor who didn't know anything beyond himself...poetic would have been out of the picture.

i'm getting hungry. i could almost just do an apple/orange thing. i'll see what the crew is having tonight.