Self-Portraits

I've been enjoying art lessons lately, mostly because the sec fours are also in the room so mr tan focuses more on them buuuuut I feel less stressed and more concentrated now. Agenda for each week of this term has been planned so at least I know what to expect which makes me feel...safer? happier? more relaxed?

We've been drawing self-portraits for two weeks now. Frontal view, side view, three-quarter view.

Then we moved on to expressions and about 15 minutes ago I finished up agonising, sad and happy.

Honestly I'm proud of how the last few sketches look. Shading is by far my weakest point and then looking back at my previous pieces, I just feel satisfied.

Spending so much time taking photos of myself and then zooming in, I don't cringe when I see my own face anymore. 


While waiting for zhe ern this afternoon, I went to the staircase to sing.

I wish I had a stairwell like the one in school where I could sing and sing and sing and then maybe get a beanbag so that I can sit there and read too. My room could be a stairwell. My house could be a stairwell.


Things have been really rough in school between all of us. I'm really blessed to have so many friends I can talk to yet sometimes I just feel like I have no one. They always tell me they're here for me but what if I don't want them to be? We're all so strong-headed yet so weak and easily intimidated.


In other news, I need a new screen protector for my phone. Damnit.


thoughtful  
1. showing consideration for others; considerate.

2. characterized by or manifesting careful thought: a thoughtful essay.

3. occupied with or given to thought; contemplative; meditative; reflective: in a thoughtful mood.

4. careful, heedful, or mindful: to be thoughtful of one's safety.

on our second anniversary we marked off the entire guest room as a Nothing Place, it seemed like a good idea at the time, sometimes a small patch at the foot of the bed or a rectangle in the living room isn't enough privacy, the side of the door that faced the guest room was Nothing, the side that faced the hallway was Something, the knob that connected them was neither Something nor Nothing.

extremely loud and incredibly close