"it's not important to be defined/it's only important to use your time wisely" -ani
dear god, i'm addicted.
though we all know i love to talk, and i love to write maybe even more than i love talking, so i suppose it's really not a big surprise that i write so much on here.

we spent a good hour in figure drawing today without a model, using a skeleton instead. my usual gestural drawings looked different with the flesh removed.
the spine became a frenetic zig-zagged line, sweeping curves for the ribcage, dark lines of armbones, hipbones, the space of the skull, dark eyesockets, empty nose. new paper, discovering new bones, new lines, the shoulderblades becoming collarbone, the movement of the charcoal and the spaces between.

and now i'm home, feeling smudged and blurred, strangely aware of the pull of gravity. listening to ani, remembering the first time i heard this album, driving home from berkeley after visiting brig, echoing empty.
strange how long ago that was.