a late update

Venice was AMAZING!

I felt like a kid in a sweetshop. Days were filled with great art, (some that wasn't so great, but overall overwhelmingly good) great coffee (involuntary shiver worthy) great scenery (walked for miles round cobbled streets and bridges flanking canals and all surreal in their classic architectural beauty) and great food (it was Italy, 'nough said)!

It really helped put some of my work into perspective, so came back feeling suitably inspired to work, and to make the last few years at art school count for something other than just great life experience.

Unfortunately all that work comes with work that's not so exciting... aka the dissertation of doom...

I can't stand writing essays, and generally follow the 'procrastinate now, don't hesitate' motto for said assignments. I worked out fairly quickly that I could write around three thousand words in a night (so long as I have a sufficient supply of serious coffee) and achieve a decent grade. Unfortunately, this essay is a little longer... There is a certain feeling that comes from knowing that the essay you are writing is the last essay you will ever write (potentially) it's a mixture of empowerment, leading to you wanting to give it your best, and anxiety, you realise that this one actually counts for something where the others didn't.

The annoying thing about this one is that because I started it an awful lot earlier than I ever have before, (and it's based on what I'm looking at in my studio work) I've got really into it, leading to a highly pretentious, deeply philosophy based essay that backs up half it's theories in the realms of quantum physics. Don't ask me how I got there, it was not intentional. So now I'm stuck with the task of connecting together all my disparate ramblings. I figure this could go one of three ways:
1. i crash and burn (this one is not so likely)
2. Everything goes fine or
3. I have a mid writing epiphany... call me in a few years when I've discovered the theory of everything. (also - not so likely)

Long story short, this is my life right now: a scary amount of work (which I'm actually really enjoying... can't decide if that's a good thing or no...) and a desperate effort to avoid Christmas, at least until the new year anyway.