The Somnambulist by artandghosts on Etsy
I love this print very much.
I should adopt that tinge of indifference she has with that nose held high and skipping steps.

I survived crit one.
Not really victoriously, but at least I didn't get whack to the ground with their words with spears. Thank God for friendly lecturers in my group.

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"What are you impressed by?"
I think this is an important question. It determines your aspirations and who/what you can be.
"You know it's like a gorgeous swimming pool but when you jump in, you hit the floor so quickly."
There's always a desire to change, to create betterment in all of us.
Problems that will never be fixed, till the end of time.

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I was suddenly reminded by the voice in my head about the girl I was last time, before I knew.
I think knowledge bounds one's creativity somehow.
I used to doodle everywhere and draw rather frequently, because pencil/zig markers forming amazing things on paper intrigues me more than Maria Hertogh riots, the human reproductive system (which I can never label correctly -_-) and logarithms. I flipped through the '06 diary I made solely in Microsoft Word and laughed at the horrible pixelated handphone photos I have proudly laid out and printed. That little notebook of words I strung together and sms Pang from time to time is still lying in the drawer.

I used to create fearlessly, without judgment and enjoyed so much from the process.
Stepping foot into a Design school and learning more each day (not necessarily from the school) drowns that artist in the designer, and suddenly, my eyes can judge "good" from a kind of "bad", suddenly my mind tells my hand what to do, and the heart grows more silent day by day.

Lays, you spend too much time trying to be someone else.
Let me find that courage again.

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Many wonderful things have happened back in the familiar SG,
(so comfortable it feels like I haven't gone for 3 months at all),
and they will be on the blog, really soon.