I finished editing Chuanyuan’s portfolio text so I feel pretty accomplished. I didn’t end up drinking tea, but I had sparkling water with fruit juice. I’m tempted to pull out some newsprint and do some drawing exercises but I’m more likely to continue sitting on the couch messing with my iPad. I recently bought some brush packs for Procreate that I’ve been enjoying and have been trying to be a bit more patient and thoughtful with the little sketches I make. I also found an extremely old sketchbook from college that has a ton of blank pages left inside so I’ve been doodling and practicing in there as well. All of my sketchbooks are currently in transport so it’s placating me for now. I really have to buckle down and figure out hands. There was a period of time where I was pretty good at constructing them off the top of my head but I’ve almost all but lost that muscle. I keep shying away from the “ugly” sketching which is arguably the most important part of practicing. The crap has to go somewhere and the more I make the better I’ll become. So more hands, more badly drawn hands = better hands, better art?
I showered and feel much better. It’s amazing what wonders being clean can do for your mood (and well-being). It’s like this is logical and everyone is already aware of this fact, wild.
And it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t talk about mate. I miss it so badly. I put in the order two days ago, it shipped, but there’s no tracking number so it’ll be a surprise when it arrives. I know it’ll be a shock to my tongue when I finally get to drink it again. I keep the gourd beside me on the couch despite it being empty. It’s silly, I know.
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House of Yes is having their weekly dance party today and are showcasing black organizations to contribute to the cause. Love those folks. Here are the places they’re repping:
Black Queer & Intersectional Collective
Black Futures Lab
The Ali Forney Center
I thought I’d just peek in the dance party but I ended up dancing for about three hours. People were real sweet again and I just sat there with my hair in a bun dancing with my upper body. I was sitting on the couch and thought I’d be too tired. I wanted to stand up but there’s not much clear space in the studio (yet). I recognized a good number of folks and I haven’t danced for about three weeks. I’m not sure when they’re going to do the hot tub room (the party is still going as I write this), but I’m pretty tired today and will likely save it for next week if they invite me then. Still, I felt pretty and I didn’t even have to do that much.
Tomorrow is the drawing party (I suspect, at least). I missed the last three weeks because I was busy preparing for the move, not sure what I’ll make but I’m looking forward to it. I also want to resume animating practice at some point. I suppose a schedule is in order.
One certainty is that we’re going to break down my old bed to make way for the new bed this coming week. Definitely excited about that.