It was then that I really started to "get" the anime. I suppose I found the "mental stimulation" I was looking for--- but then I got really, really tired, looking for double meanings in everything. I felt as if I were watching a documentary, not anime. No, not even that. It's like I was watching for some sort of assignment, and I'd prepared my brain into "essay writing mode". It hurt.
Speaking of things that hurt--- I hit my head against our rock-solid kitchen bench while sweeping beneath it. I heard this dull *thud* and thought my head cracked. Then I rubbed the injured area to check for bleeding- luckily it didn't bleed, but it hurt like hell.
On an unrelated note- I've got this sudden urge to buy myself a Kindle. Now I know it's a stupid idea, because I've always preferred holding an actual book in my hand, but I realized how much of a problem my book collection has become, now that I'm thinking of moving house. There is no way in hell I'm dragging 50kg worth of books with me, but it's so difficult to part with my beautiful novels. Also, how the fuck am I going to hide my 18+ graphic novel collection? Then there are my art diaries, too. I'm faiiiirly certain that I've drawn various pictures of naked women and men--- all for artistic aestheticism, I swear. They just look better naked, if you know what I mean.
Though you probably don't know what I mean.
Anyway, I'm seriously considering buying a giant wooden/ steel chest, and locking everything I don't want my parents to see in there. Yes, I am aware that it consists of locking half my room--- but something has to be done. I'd rip out the inappropriate pages in my artbook--- and I think I will, for some of them--- but with the others I'm just like, "but I'll never be able to draw this ever again!" See with art some times you just get this "feel"--- most refer to it as inspiration--- and you produce something amazing...
Yes, I am essentially saying that I draw amazing porn. It's a talent of sorts, don't you think?
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