i've been in an art funk lately. we could say it's been this past week. or maybe this semester. or perhaps this whole year.
it's a long, difficult, tangential story, which i'll not explain now.
but i just wanted to record an experience.
today i was determined to be productive.
from 1-5pm, i locked myself in the lab and animated. i re-drew one of the keys. tweened between frames 11 and 31. shot them. got a character sheet. re-drew the keys. better. re-drew the tweens. shot them. et cetera.
this time, i'm determined.
and it worked. i still haven't gotten a lot done, but i've worked my tail off, and that counts for something. i was super tired around 5, so i went upstairs and took a nap.
after i awoke, i heard noise below. i looked over the 5th floor balcony; it seemed as though the h-fac was bursting with...culture. i just stood there and soaked it all in. there was an art reception going on, so there were lots of people. wonderful people. individuals. // good food. shrimp, fruits, veggies, all sortsa dessert...they did it right. // lots of art. photography. paintings. ripped paper. colored cylinders on the floor. // a slap bassist and percussionist. ambient, somewhat jazzy music creating the mood. aaaaah. // one photography exhibit about new york subway musicians. enter nostalgia.
i realized: this. this is my world. i have missed this sense of culture lately. this sort of ambiance. and i need it.
though my personal skill set for the creation of art is not yet where i want it to be, my whole life is infiltrated with art. not just visual art or even just music (though they take a very prominent place). though it may be clichéd, this quote the closest thing i've found that describes how i feel this accurately.
i think i'm ready to begin again.