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.

9 April 2001

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got my chinese history paper back today. and got an a on it. after all that procrastinating and stressing. and my wood and steel mid-term. 107.

came home for lunch, but then went back to the studio and worked unto the wee hours of the morning. i knew that i had to just pick one idea and draw it. it's just a little crit on a one week project. only a lead in to the rest of the semester. but every time i thought i had chosen an idea and set myself on a path to flesh it out, i would think of something else, completely contradictory, that would work better.

spent a bit of time sitting in the beb gallery (the only accessible place without cheap fluorescent lights now that they've started locking 106 at night) drawing little thumbnails in my sketchbook. many of my ideas had been running along the lines of a grid, either floor or ceiling based, of electrical and communications infrastructure receptacles. drew something that looked like a big tooth. decided it was frosted plexi and lit from within. spent a few hours drawing up an office workstation based around it.