Today, I woke up at 11:30, after staying up until 5 drawing and chatting with people online.
I had 14 pages left in my sketchbook. I planned on doing four pages of color keys, four of gestures, five of storyboard, and one of doodles.
I began my colors keys, and finished one page at about one. Then I realized I needed another day to do what I needed to with this sketchbook. I didn’t find that my materials needed to be in on the fifth, just submitted. But as soon as I did an hour later, panic set in.
One color key and four pages of gestures later, I complied some figure drawing from class and burnt a CD of my sequential work and flew to the UPS store, only to find it was going to cost a plane ticket to send my portfolio.
$120 for a sketchbook and some flat drawings.
I decided I didn’t want them back. I didn’t add a check and the option for them to ship my materials. If I got in, fine. If I didn’t, and I don’t think I will, then why would I want my stuff back?
I feel empty having not finished my sketchbook. I tore out about 10 pages of it. I feel like we broke up prematurely.
All I have left is the essay now. I’m not really happy with what I sent, and I don’t think I can properly word an artists statement. Most of the time I just feel like a kid with a sketchbook and not an artist, anyway. I make comics for my friends. That’s about it.
Hm.
