Summer is hardly dragging anymore. It seems like the days and esspecially the nights are just zipping past me. I have been procrastinating my packing to move back to Moorhead.
I have traded in my small town for an even smaller one on the weekends. I absolutly love it out there! I'm in perfect company with Lance and the sounds of the locus and accordian. *girly little sighs*
I forget how much I adore the privacy of remote places. When I'm crying this winter because I haven't seen the sky in what seems like an eternity, I'll remember how much I adore night time silence and the stars.
I learned how to shoot a gun last weekend. I think I might like destruction as much as creation. With help I've figured out how to do my "brain on canvas" studies. *smiles evily* It might take a while to get to it, but I think it will be a fun project when it comes around.
I'm still scared of my big new canvas. I've changed the sketches a couple times already. It's still basically the same ideas, I just understand its meaning much more. It has nothing to do with naivity as I thought it did. My goal is to have it done before the end of the month.