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Done Gone Finished written @ 10:49 PM on December 06, 2003 I finished my painting of the Japanese maple tree and my self-portrait. My self-portrait did not come out as well as I had hoped, specifically where the candles in the composition are concerned, but I kind of winged that part anyway because I wasn't about to light a match in that paint thinner-aired environment and be the third person in seven years who nearly burned the Fine Arts Center down. Because knowing my luck the place would be ashy cinders now. But my self-portrait looks pretty neat regardless of how I cheated the glass candles, and I think my professor will at least appreciate what I was trying to do. As for my painting of the Japanese maple... it rocks. I love it. There must be 1200 individual leaves on that damned canvas, and I enjoyed every minute of the madness. It's the type of painting where you have to get up real close to it in order to appreciate all the colors in every square inch. I'm going to submit it to the student art competition later next semester and see what happens. I'll post pictures here as soon as my roomie lets me borrow her digital camera, as well as my final projects in photography and scenic design. So... the next projects... I'm doing an oil of the porch outside a Cuppa Joe's Cafe in Columbus. Once I settle on a color scheme, that will come out looking spiffy if all goes accordingly. And then I'm doing a composition of leaves on a brick pavement, but I haven't decided if I'm going to do that one in oils or try watercolor. Either option could be golden or disastrous. We shall see. I probably won't get to it until next semester anyway, so I'll have time to think about it. Third, I'm doing a small study of morning glories I found along a road this autumn, and fourth, I'm doing a small canvas of the farmlands on 71 Columbus-bound. The sunsets around here have been fantastic lately. I think my next major project will be a series of oils focusing on the impact of light on the environment at dusk. Could have some potential, n'est-ce que pas? *** In the world of the bizarre, Brian has openly admitted being bisexual to me over dinner. "Are you surprised?" he said upon reading my expression. "No. Nothing you could ever say or do could shock me, Brian," I said. "I'm just musing over the fact that you didn't tell me sooner." If he had, it could have explained a lot. I would not have been so frustrated with understanding him and the way he interacts with people had I known. But I understand why he didn't tell me, and I suppose I could have guessed. I simply never put much thought to it. He said he didn't want to be like other guys in theater who are absolute flamers, and it took him this long to become comfortable saying it out loud. So he was quiet until now. And that's fine by me. After all, he can't broadcast something like that in front of people like Caylah, who, along with other religious fundies, is convinced that all non-heterosexuals are going to hell. Yet now that he has told me I find another piece to the puzzle is in place. Now he doesn't have to pretend anymore. Now I understand him a little better. Of course, that doesn't excuse him for all the times he's been a jerk to me and still hasn't realized it, but baby steps, right? Oh well. To each his own. *** In the world of the amusing, I woke up this morning to the sound of yelling in my brother's room. I looked at the clock; it was about 6:30am and the bickering was between my mother and my brother. I was too asleep to catch the dialogue so I quizzed Mom about it later. She gave a wry laugh. "Well, I periodically end up washing your brother's IDs for work and school in the laundry because I forget to check the pockets of his jeans, and you know he's too thick to do it himself. This time I remembered to check his pockets, and what do I happen to find but a lighter... and a pack of cigars. So I went up into his room and demanded an explanation." "Oooooh," I said, and I laughed dryly knowing that my brother was in deep shit. " 'Don't tell Dad,' he said," my mom scowled. "Well, JR and I are going to have a little chat tonight when I get home from work and then we'll decide if we'll tell Dad. To think of all those times he yelled at me for smoking in car and he turns around and yadda-yadda-yadda..." I gotta hand it to Jonathan; he's really screwed himself this time. I'm just glad I'm sitting in my dorm room in Northern Kentucky rather than the kitchen in West Chester, Ohio. Dad will be pissed if he finds out, but Mom will probably not give him that satisfaction. Sorry, bro, but the captain's call is every man for himself. I'll just sit back here and watch the fireworks, ok? *** All my labor the past few weeks have come down to this: one more project and one more paper to go. I'll finish the paper tomorrow morning and the project before the end of this week. Christine, I want Chinese for lunch tomorrow. I have an orange chicken craving.
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