i've been depressed but working hard
taking a photography class
working on a joel thomas witkin project. death and whatnot. the macabre. something i haven't had the pleasure of doing yet.
mostly bones. religious imagery. may post if the final work is good. it's not digital, all black and white film. some 11x14s maybe, maybe for sale. we'll see.
i surrounded myself with art this year.
postcards of american paintings, photographs of black intellectuals, angels and saints, dali (always dali), japanese prints, even some dada (hannah hoch... what a dame)
and i put up my own work on a wall, photographs from my freshman year. some of my sister, some of girls i know, the only picture i ever printed of micah.
i am very organized. my room is very neat usually. my textbooks are a bit confusing because i don't have a bookshelf to store them on, so they sit under my desk by my feet.
after the witkin shoot will be one of the atlanta urban landscape. it'll be digital, which is forgiving because i hate landscape photography. architecture, maybe is better. it's all boring to me when there are no bodies though.
painting a little. nothing nice. i bought tiny canvases though to paint flowers. i want to put flowers all over my room, to brighten up the place. something feminine.
i bought pink high heels this summer. how's that for feminine.
mostly though, i sleep. or lay in bed and think about sleep. or sit at my desk and think about sleep.
i'm taking french. it's okay. a lot of work. but not hard.
i don't quite know what to do with myself. i need a distraction.
i need something good to care about.
i found an old snapshot of myself as a tiny baby. i have tiny fat fingers and my face is all red. my godmother is holding me and looking at me like i'm very precious.
am i?
i sliced my finger open last weekend by accident; i was washing a knife and it slipped.
i only keep safety scissors in my bedroom. tiny ones. with the curved blade.
i forget to take my pills a lot.
i've been to tired. too disconnected. even know, i feel like the desk is shrinking under me, like the computer keyboard is so far away. there's a cloud in front of the screen and everything wiggles a bit. one of the meds i'm on doesn't mix well with alcohol but i've been drinking wine lately with dinner. cheap wine, nothing special. the kind that's very sweet but not carbonated.
i feel so funny.
it's confusing because i'm too depressed to do anything about it.
but the art is good. it's coming along for now.
i turned 22 last week. it wasn't special but not terrible either. i spent the day alone studying. i had milk and cake and it was nice. i guess i was too depressed to care that no one really noticed anything out of the ordinary.
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