magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

we went out the the risd farm to clean up what was left from the destruction of our cabanon. (the destruction itself took place staurday morning while i was working in the library.)

then spent most of the day in the studio. short crit and something of a mid-semester chat around five. and so i brought up the motivation/procrastination problems that i always have. that i feel like i could be accomplishing so much more.

a lecture by a pair of swiss architects tonight. before it started paul asks me: when we become professionals are we going to have to start wearing all black? some of their work was interesting though, their typical "i'm an artist" wardrobe notwithstanding. and then i started getting a nasty headache, the fluorescents in the studio i'm sure, so i came home.