"Superman, where are you now, when everything's gone wrong somehow...?"
I want to draw. And draw and draw and draw... I wish I could stay home and draw all day but I'm up to my eyeballs in glass painting to do today. Some hundreds of glass snowmen for Von Maur, a local chain of stores here in the Quad Cities. That's essentially what I've been doing for a while now. The winter line for Von Maur and soon the Father Catich window for St. Ambrose.
I went to a calligraphy seminar last Saturday. Why? Because it was a St. Ambrose, where Father Catich was a calligrapher... and a painter... and a glass artist. Calligraphy isn't my forte, but what the hell? It was paid for so I went. A man named Peter Noth taught from 10-4. I suspect he didn't like me much, then again I could be worrying about that too much. Like I'm ever going to be meeting this man again. It's a pain in the ass being left handed when people teach you things involving pens and ink, let me tell you. By the end of the day, I had Sumie ink on my jeans, elbows, hands. LMAO! At least the lady who'll be helping me is better at it than I am, so long as one of us is I think we'll pull through just fine. I'll just stick to my snowmen and winging it. I've had to wing it all my life, maybe I'll just be better at faking like I know what the hell I'm doing as I get older. Makes me wonder how many people are really good at faking it.
I need to write more regularly in this thing. I used to write endlessly in here, I'm not entirely sure why I don't anymore. Maybe because the only person this is important to is me. LoL! I don't expect other people to follow along or be interested in it. That seems a little vain, don't you think? I don't even post in my Live Journal for that very reason, it's not important enough for other people to read it. Not really. All I do is ramble incoherantly. LoL! Though, I'd much rather ramble here than subject some hapless victim on AIM or ICQ to it. Seems cruel and unusual.