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Restoration written @ 2:33 PM on January 31, 2004 This week I felt so tense and stressed that I could actually feel my muscles all through my body constricting. You know how sore and stiff you can get right before a fever? It was kind of like that. That's rather unhealthy, don't you think? I never felt like that before. So after staring at a computer screen for hours Friday night trying to settle the groundplans for the sets to the show, I finally made a decision that I was going to head on home for a much needed break. Around ten o'clock last night, the folks at my dorm decided to go out bowling, and I tagged along to unwind. I didn't bowl with them due to lack o' moolah, but it was just nice to get out with my college capadres for awhile. This morning four of us went to breakfast at this place in Covington called First Watch, and after a fabulous meal of French toast and a strong pot of coffee, my faith in humanity and myself was just about restored. It was bitterly cold this morning, but the day dawned so bright and golden in the snow-covered city that I was ultimately refreshed and for once feeling good about things. I packed up my things back at the dorm and went home. I brought a whole lot of work with me to do this weekend, but I can't tell you how good things felt to be back in West Chester. I kissed my cats, unpacked my stuff, and stretched out on my bed underneath a canopy of unicorn stuffed animals. In spite of my family's troubles, the mojo and the energy in the house is good. Paranormally speaking, there is a strong female spirit in the house looking after things; don't have a clue who she is, but she welcomed me home. Weird, let me tell you. Dad came in to pay some bills. He's coming to see the play I'm designing, and I showed him my CAD renderings of the sets that I did on the computer. He was impressed: "They teach you how to do things like these?" "Some of it I learned in my scenic design class last semester, but I had to teach myself how to use much of the program. Like how to convert a two-dimensional groundplan into a 3-D rendering," I said. He asked about the other aspects of my design, and I told him how I wanted to cover the entire Black Box Theatre in camouflage netting. Then he inquired if I still wanted to do this for a living in New York City and how I would get there. Job interviews, internships, I suppose. Personally, I'm still trying to survive undergraduate school before I can put a thought to it. Still, a girl can dream. When he left, I began going through my big book of Renoir paintings. He's a favorite artist of mine, and his work gives me such a peace of mind. Actually I have to copy one of his still lifes for my painting class, and I've settled upon an arrangement of flowers he did later in his career. Over all, however, let me just say that Renoir inspires me. So does three-dimensional nature artist Andy Goldsworthy. They're showing a film on him tomorrow at school, and I want to see it. But that all depends if I feel like being back at school that early... Eh, we'll see how I feel tomorrow.
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