THE FLYING CHIP \ a school project gone sour.

because I need to feel better about it.

From a time when I did not keep a pencil case. My stationery is stuck to the wall where I worked.

1 week ago on May 15, 2012 at 09:36pm

I need sleep. There will be a glorious shit storm tomorrow, when I tell my lecturer that I lost the hard copy of all my work that’s due.

Design school. Computers. Sick. Holes in Memory. Missing USB flash stick.

YAY.

SUN HEAD | an old doodle, nothing spectacular.

probably the origin of balloon head

I have suddenly been overcome with a morbid annoyance of my work.

I wish it was brighter.

Not as strenuous.

Centralised. And to one idea.

Less abstract than it has been.

I wish it was simplified. Conceptualized.

Something that can keep me going so that I don’t lose faith. So that I can truly be passionate about it.

I feel like I am talking about myself.

But I know I’ll get over it. I need some new inspiration.

alecologia:

27th April: Freedom day celebrations. Annual celebration of South Africa’s first non-racial democratic elections of 1994!

so proud of my country

INFP = hypersensitive = socially inept.

After a few months and about 9 hours (seriously. This thing has like 5 layers) I’m almost finished it!

Its hard to pick up were you left off.

A WIP of a giant thing I started in my sketchbook. Nearly in its fifth hour.

I wish I had a better picture of this. sigh. I hope that leaving it here will propel me to finish it.

GAH. I need to actually finish a picture so I can update this place.

Procrastination is hereditary.

We are told to remember the idea not the man,

Because the man can fail, he can be caught; he can be killed and forgotten.

But 400 years later an idea can still change the world.

I’ve witnessed first-hand the power of ideas; I’ve seen people kill in the name of them -

and die defending them.

But you cannot kiss an idea; you cannot touch it, or hold it.

Ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they cannot love.

V For Vendetta

coffee, ink and an unfortunate incident with a craft knife. MINE.

I think, for the first time in a decade, I am well-adjusted and happy.

EErrg.

I waited for this moment for a bazillion years, and I finally started at a Design college this week. four days in and I can’t sleep, can’t eat and I am a walking anxiety attack.

Bright side is I finally got the internet back after nearly month.

JOY.

I am loving my new stamp set.