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.

8 April 2001

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i think i woke up early this morning to the sounds of a thunderstorm. or maybe i dreamt it. although it wasn't raining the ground was a bit wet when i did get up.

and so although we have a crit on tuesday i didn't make it into to studio until after sushi and then only for a couple of hours. i had the intention of working out my idea at home, in text or conceptual drawings, but didn't make too much progress in that regard either.

when i did get to studio found myself with too many ideas, all working at cross purposes to one another. i have to keep in mind that i can't squeeze every idea, even every good idea, into one project. there will always be another project. another chance to revisit and revise things that i don't get a chance to explore now.