Sketchism

It’s a weird feeling going back into a mall. I usually stay away from them throughout the year for many reasons. One, it’s too many people. Two, all those people remind me how shallow people can be. Three, I’m scared I’ll spend all my money on cool shallow stuff. Four, I always see old aquaintances I hoped never to bump into again. Five, I’ve got the internet. Yeah that’s about it.

Oh yeah, Merry Christmas.

Tomorrow is a lock-in at WKBC. That’s going to be major fun. I’ll have pictures for ya this time. I promise.

Thirdeye’s office has the nicest wooden floor I’ve ever had the pleasure of walking on. So naturally I did the logical thing when I began working here last week, I brought my Razor Scooter. At first, the bosses were a little hesitant to let me ride it. It might damage the floor, might leave marks, etc. Didn’t want to disappoint them in my first week as a thirdeye employee again, so I just set it on the floor near my bookbag. Halfway through the day Manny passes by and picks up the scooter.
“How do you open this thing?” he asks.
“Just pull the little latch there and it opens up,” I replied.
“Ah,” he said as he prepared the it for flight. He placed it on the floor and skated away, feeling the smooth surface of the floor as he went around the office.”Hey this is pretty fun,” he exclaimed.

Now I can’t get him off the the thing. Any task in the office requires riding the scooter. Brainstorming, group meetings, going to the next computer, even lunch. When something is rendering, you’ll find a designer roaming around the spacious office, usually with one leg behind him in the air as he accelerates himself in the direction of anywhere. Clients don’t seem to mind us riding it as we talk to them. I think they secretly await their turn. Man, I love this place.

Whew, that was easier than I thought. It’s a good thing most of the people jurying my work were not teachers of mine. They loved my WARP book and told me I had great creativity and a sense of humor. As far as my drawing skills, apparently I need to ‘catch up’. Which is fine, for the moment. I was glad to walk out of there alive. I was honest about my lack of time-management, and how I plan on improving everything next semester. They saw potential in my abilities and shared a few comments about why most of the students are slacking this semester. As soon as the little alarm went off, indicating my time was over, I let out a silent sigh of relief. No more anxiety, no more worrying about waking up early 4 days out of the week, no multiple projects due on the same day, no more WARP, no more drawing, no more 2D.

One would assume I love doing these things, and in fact I do. Every so often I’ll pull out my sketchbook and put in a new entry of drawings or words with my mechanical pencil or ballpoint pen. Designing is great, especially when you’ve worked it all out from a simple sketch, and 2D work is my specialty after all. WARP? Ehh, learned a few good things there, mostly to put up with critiques and bad art. Made some good friends, that’s for sure.

Now I have a month off. So much free time I don’t know what to do. Oh yeah, I’ll work. Almost forgot.