EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LISTEN.
so brain dead right now, and this is just what I need. good music.
(Source: byunbaekhyeon, via albertposis)
Chasing Butterflies.
This one is a bit different..rougher . I saw my little boy run around the garden yesterday and when he ran behind the bushes, there was this great play of light happening. It’s already pretty hard for me to draw foliage, and to add light and shadow to it is incredibly hard for me. This is more of a test, a research if you want, and I wasn’t going to post it at first..but I figured…. It’ll be nice to put it, and, in a few weeks, few months from now, when I figure out how to think about this more properly and render it in a more convincing manner, I’ll be able to look back on this and realize that it was as good a starting point as any other. I am writing this because I get a lot of questions or concerns about younger artists or students who are afraid of trying to do something they don’t think they can, or actually think they would never be able to. All you need to do is the first step, and then build on it ..it’s a little like opening a box of make it yourself toys.. except that you have no instructions. You have to tinker around a bit( or a lot) to figure it out.
nice picture & nice advice
there’s bunch of cute giggling and gregarious kids, plus a young teenager that can help you look after them, in my living room. Can you come here quickly and send them to Neverland until I’m done with my outline? That would be great. Thanks.
Sincerely,
Stressed out student
There’s something endearing about naive dreamers, but those that are practical enough to realize they have to work hard to reach those dreams, are the ones that inspire us.
just created a list of things to do, it’s so long. :O.
so scared of failing
I’m going to be a hermit this whole week.
no messing around. no Facebook or tumblr until I get my stuff done.
farewell, all that is fun.
If I log on, I will have to make public announcement on who I like. lol. (this method actually works)
PAYPHONE - BY MAROON 5 (COVER BY LEROY)
The year long time commitment, the frustration of not dancing on beat, denying time to hang out with friends, and the sacrifice of sleep time and studying was compounded during “hellafun week” when we were required to be at run thru everyday of the week except Wednesday from the ridiculous hours of 6 to 11. I came back to my dorm every night always saying I regretted joining because it just sucked all of my energy at the most hectic time of the quarter when school was unforgivingly demanding and my academics were suffering. But, the comradeship on the day of the performance, taking many pictures in the dressing room, running around Royce Hall, putting on makeup and refining our look, watching performance after performance finish in perfection while trying to compel our excitement and screams in the green room, crying and laughing throughout the script, having my heart beat erratically and uncontrollably at the lines before our dance, finishing our dance with a group hug back stage, watching the fourth years cry at their last performance, being on stage knowing my family have someone to be proud of, and getting support from my friends. These all gave me second thoughts of joining again. I think that’s why alumni come back to help and come back to watch the show.There’s just that contagious family-oriented aspect of the event that hard to remove. And hearing from people outside of the club say it was amazing and how every seat was filled, just boggles my mind. I even had one of my friends render a comment he heard from a friend up north that that our cultural night is legendary at the West Coast. I guess I never really appreciated the stress, love, and the time commitment that molded this show to perfection because I was too busy focusing on the tradeoffs. Now that it’s over, I feel empty. I can now see why other people say it’s one of the best, probably the best, cultural nights out of any of them.
the show was f***** amazing. I just. everything. was. omg. amazing. It’s almost self-victimizing to not confidently have pride at the amazing acting and dancing that occurred last night.
