The Beautiful End

This was my last piece for my techniques class. I could do whatever I wanted, so I did a sort of collage and tissue paper (for that great texture) and paint. The reason it exists in this form is that it could eventually be used for a Georgia Music Magazine cover, which explains the somewhat funny dark space up top. But there is some stiff competition for that slice of pie from my class alone, nevermind real illustrators out there.

Tuesday was the last day of school for the quarter, and I am thankful that I made it through in one piece. In fact, I think I maybe (fingers crossed) did pretty damn well. Unfortunately, I work myself up into that black and white world of pass or fail in situations like this, so I generally have an unhealthy outlook on the big picture. I like to say that grades mean shit to me, but really they make or break me. And in all that stress I put on myself I forget that they really actually don't mean shit. If I am hired as an illustrator for a job, they won't care two ways till Sunday what grade I got in my art history course. So now I have this crazy come down with my time management. What the hell do I do now with five weeks of time? I should be a good student and work, work, work, but will I really just sit on my ass with computer games and silly books? Stay tuned for the exciting results . . .

P.S. Sadly Douglas Adams died last year (I just found out), so my reading of his particularly wonderful brand of silly books is limited. I still haven't played the Starship Titanic comupter game though . . .