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Friday, November 25, 2011

Just thought I should share something. This was my final foundation drawing piece. A lot of people asked me why I drew this because it didn't seem like something I would draw. The truth is when the lecturer was explaining the details of this final project and how it was supposed to be a multi-figure composition, this image popped into my mind.

And throughout last week, I was listening to daft punk like a religion. I kept trying to edit this piece, trying to perfect every shade, every figure. I guess it all crashed together when I took a step back and my first thought was Demons. I screamed. I left the drawing studio.

I thank God for Jonathan who came and talked to me (even though he probably won't see this). I was very much afraid. Afraid of the upcoming exam which I had yet to prepare for and everyone else seemed to be already studying. Afraid for the current state of my mind. Was I sane? Was I insane? Afraid of the time that was eluding me. But talking to him made me feel more normal, more sane.

It was difficult explaining this piece and the concept behind it to my lecturer. Because it was true even if it seem surreal. The concept was the process. A painful one.

Seeing this piece again reminds me of the pain, but it was pain that was cherished. Because I rather hurt than to not feel at all.

11:05 PM