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30 June 1999
i couldn't find my shoes when i woke up this morning. i've gotten into the habit of kicking them off as soon as i walk in the door, so i thought i might have left them in the lounge last night. but i couldn't find them there either. i looked under my dirty laundry and other places they could be hiding, but no luck. eventually i tracked down one of the cleaning ladies and asked if she had seen them. she said that she thought they were garbage because they we so beat up and she threw them out. i cringed. i said that's my only pair of shoes. so she found the bag they were in and put on rubber gloves and pulled them out. my poor shoes.
full day of drawing. it actually went by pretty quickly, with only a modicum of tedium. got covered in charcoal though. started working with shading, which i can't seem to do nearly as well as line. i did the last drawing almost completely without my glasses. it didn't turn out too great (it looks okay if you squint at it), but it was a cool experiment.
full day of drawing. it actually went by pretty quickly, with only a modicum of tedium. got covered in charcoal though. started working with shading, which i can't seem to do nearly as well as line. i did the last drawing almost completely without my glasses. it didn't turn out too great (it looks okay if you squint at it), but it was a cool experiment.