Kyros sculpture: progress

I am getting very close now to completely finishing my Kyros sculpture- which is a very good thing, seeing as how I have my grad review in a little under two weeks. I am absolutely thrilled with how he is looking.











I think a little more work on the arms to bring them back out, fixing the other elbow to have those neat old man skin wrinkles above them, clean up the waist fold of his chiton and then a polish down of the fabric and I think he'll be completely done! After all that, I'll clean and stain the base. I am thinking maybe Greek design motifs in it! EEEEEEE!!!!! *is getting excited* Maybe I could do that on the hem of his clothes too? Your thoughts?

I can't believe how well he came out. He basically looks exactly like I wanted him to- though I didn't know it when I started. I originally intended to keep 100% faithful to the animation design her has- very graphic and shape oriented, but I like this 3D version of him very much. It's nice to see him in a different mode.

In other news, as I said- grad review is coming up. Also, I am starting to look at job postings. I have more film studies for you, but that will have to wait for another post. Love you guys!

Ramblings

Sometimes I wonder about whether or not I should post my thoughts on this blog... Everyone I go to school with has a blog... most just post artwork. They never say anything. Now, I ain't sayin' that I have truly intense, moving, powerful, or truly though-provoking things to say... but I have thoughts and feelings and those inform my art, so they are an important part, right?

I have recently been having problems in that- I no longer feel like I have a "life". Yeah, check out that quote on the top of my blog. "Animation is about creating the illusion of life. And you can't create it if you don't have one." That is starting to concern me. I have no life.

I don't mean some sort of unattainable, unrealistic version of a life, involving traveling the world and eating baby rabbit, dipped in duck's tears, after nailing it to the garden roof and getting to work with the blow torch so it has just the right texture to match the squash you made that morning using just your elbows... I'm not saying that! I mean the kind of life where- I have WEEKENDS! Like one a month! Maybe a vacation every two years or something. A week off, or a holiday where I am not still holed up somewhere working- ALONE! A life where I have friends and SEE THEM REGULARLY! Where Facebook isn't so much a place where I see all my friends are having lives and enjoying them, but more a "oh yeah... look what so-and-so and I did last week! That was great..."- is that SO much to ask?

I dunno. Maybe it is. Maybe I am making this out to be bigger than it is. Honestly, Facebook is the devil. But when I leave campus, even for a few hours!, and suddenly feel like a "real human", something is wrong! Something is seriously wrong when I feel normal doing menial things like... driving. Or having lunch with a girlfriend- NOT in the Caf.

I want to live again. I want to not feel so... run down all the time. Both physically and creatively. I want to find that lively, vivacious woman that I know is deep somewhere, trapped in all the stress and anxieties of my fourth and final year at CalArts.

Also, I want a cat.