i smell rain in the night air. it's going to be a good night. i've got new tea, lemon scented ones and that might just make doing work though the night, romantic and i might just be a good student tonight. thing is don't procrastinate. passion gets manifested into physical beauty through the act of 'doing'.

thinking, i think we have no excuses for anything. i know i'm guilty of trying to give excuses in my times of indulgent whining to myself but really i think, now, maybe a little spark of enlightenment after a swim and good music and reading a certain person's inspring blog, that i give myself the excuse that i didn't do art. now i berate myself at my inexcusible attitude. sometimes i try so hard to find the essence of the idea that i become too technical about it,maybe the ten years series way. now i think i've a new agenda, just to draw and be actively curious, not intimidated and lazy.