Modeled a butterfly in Maya - for 12 hours - using only linework. Tomorrow will be better.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sunday
"Blessed is he who has found his work, let him ask for no other blessings." Thomas Carlyle 1843
Saturday, August 22, 2009
what day is it?...
After a month away, New York seems like a dream. There is no other place which can match its intensity. In fact, every other place seems to taunt you, making you wonder if you had dreamed New York. If perhaps maybe, you made most of it up, like the one that got away.
After a week in Los Angeles, you wonder if you have in fact arrived in the city. If you are in the city, what precisely has ever been located outside the city. Here, freeways are like surface streets, and surface streets are like back alleys.
In between New York and Los Angeles, there are countless miles. These miles are wonderful, filled with an emptiness and a fullness unrivaled by the coasts. There are more experiences of people and the land then anyone caught in a city or by its myth will ever know.
I am like many of you - from nowhere and everywhere.
I am in LA now - and like a greedy child, I will take everything I can.
After a week in Los Angeles, you wonder if you have in fact arrived in the city. If you are in the city, what precisely has ever been located outside the city. Here, freeways are like surface streets, and surface streets are like back alleys.
In between New York and Los Angeles, there are countless miles. These miles are wonderful, filled with an emptiness and a fullness unrivaled by the coasts. There are more experiences of people and the land then anyone caught in a city or by its myth will ever know.
I am like many of you - from nowhere and everywhere.
I am in LA now - and like a greedy child, I will take everything I can.
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