again on a thursday, hunger saps my energy.
energy sapping things so get in my way. like builders in a libary, with no explanation of why or when a return from this solace can be expected.
and all this on an afternoon of a tutorial, which was enjoyable and relaxed. there is a vibe of conformism to it all. referencing a creed work, i've added:
the work-technical perfection=the work
to my journal as a statement of response to a notion within the tutorial. i understand that everythign that is made has to be beautiful, yet if that is the case, where does art belong if it has to be within prescribed criteria. oh hang on, it's a function of art education, of course, i'm on a degree.
no wonder i have so little energy.
