I find it heartening to discover the same less-than-admirable traits in people who I admire for their success as I see in myself. It's why I'm such a sucker for Mishima and other carefully self-dissecting authors. I guess Updike counts too, though he's a whizz at making those traits attractive in their own right. Which is to say that I spent an hour or so this evening lazily sketching cars parked across from the cafe I was sitting at with my friend Julian while I babysat him to make sure he actually did some work on the piano piece he has due this weekend. I get that procrastination, insecurity and self-doubt are universal. It's the lesson I chose to take from the novel of The Thin Red Line (everyone's a coward and deathly afraid to admit it), but it's nice to have it reaffirmed. It takes a big 'ol effort to be someone. Read more »
Today was the third day of a week long anatomical drawing class I'm taking. I feel like I'm in some sort of gap between whatever "style" I'd developed on my own -- anatomically incorrect but lively, maybe? and the ye olde drawing school style. Plane breaks, prescribed line weights, that sort of thing. Anyway, part of a bunch of new shit. Onwards, upwards, alcohol.