cutting a 32-edged shape slightly larger than a bottle cap now.
the reason for this is that i am faking a sticker for a photo but failed to obtain the actual sticker because the shops were closed.
considering my restlessness and flippant attention to detail, this should sit me down nice and good. yet why do i have an inkling i will start shredding it apart and start feeling sorry for myself, when still i know i will continue to do things the eleventh hour.
it seems as tho any kind of good work can only be produced last minute. give me prolonged periods of time, and i will just dream it away or get sick of the work i do and start not liking it. i cant do constant revisions or rethink ideas. it just gets kinda blahh
need to churn out image for catalogue before the break of dawn
need to hand in work in school tomorrow
need to go industrial estate hunting for rubbish tomorrow
wooo. fun times ahead i say.
1 comment:
I hate working over long periods of time too-you are not alone.
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