anyway, lizzie and i had extra crispy hashbrowns and got to work. i had to do this drawing assignment where i try to compose a picture in relation to an excerpt of a mallarme poem -not illustrate it though. the fragment i received in class was about being born of stars and stars being born and did all this stuff with tense and time. i thought that it would look like a lot of fireworks so that is what i tried to draw.
obviously, it is not finished, but you get the picture.
i was whizzing along until i got distracted by realizing what was around me. the studio was so fucking funny i couldn't get anything done. everywhere i looked uchicago was putting expressive whoopie cushions all over the place.
somebody's still life. i CANNOT wait to see how this turns out.
why do i even bother when there are geniuses like this at work next to me?
