magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

20 April 1999

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after staying up too late last night (surprise, surprise) i had to get up early this morning for painting. but it was cool. i started my landscape which i was gonna do from a photograph (i went digging through old photos from china and various cross-country trips), but it was breezy and beautiful outside, so i decided i had to work from the real world. the museum that my class is at is a city or state park or something, so there's a number of scenic paths and sculpture and stuff. and i found this little shaded patio with an ornate concrete railing that leads nowhere. i'm doing a painting across two 12x12 inch canvases, sorta in two point perspective. the preliminary sketch i did today looks really neat. have to wait to see whether it will still look good with paint on it.

had my philosophy class tonight. as i predicted i didn't really get anything done for it over the weekend. some reading, but no writing. of course i don't really have any choice now except to finish everything. i'm sure i'll pull it off. i always seem to.