} eh i duno how to describe this entry

i sent my first batch of portfolio stuff today! such a huge load off my back, although I have a huger load still cos i have to send a second batch before i fly off to china in jan. i ended up adding in a lot of old things (mostly from the ARC days) instead of finishing my new drawings, though, since the school didnt give any specific requirements anyway. so its a rather crappy portfolio but it was the best i could manage (this morning i was still scrambling to take photos of my works, print things out etc etc) and i did put in some good hard work so i didnt really slack off totally.

and i dont care if im being v ego/showoffy by doing this, but i really want to show one of my portfolio 'projects'... it was the last one that i started, but the first that i finished, ironically (whereas the drawing that i started like 2 weeks ago still needs a lot of touching up before i can happily send it off to risd). it is...some clay sculptures, of one of my favourite things in the world.

(ok enough with the fake suspense. haha)

(here goes)


its mama guit and 3 little guitlings/guitlets.
(uhh ok nvm the mental image of guitars having babies is kind of disturbing/weird.)

haha. anyway. the middle one is a Gibson Dove (guess who plays a Gibson Dove?), the electric guit on the right is a John Mayer edition Fender Stratocaster (guess who plays a - oh, wait..) and the black one is just a random guit. it was supp to be my fantasy acoustic guit with a cutaway & a strap but i got too lazy to make a strap. and those are real strings, btw, haha (not guit strings, of course) and putting them on was almost as much a pain as restringing a real guitar. =|

the gibson was SUCH A PAIN to make. a few entries ago i talked about a dream that i had where my guitar's neck broke, and it turned out the dream was a WARNING. cos after the clay dried the neck of the gibson broke off at the 12th fret, just like in the dream. goodness. i had to glue it back twice, and then add masking tape, and even then the neck is now BENT and there is nothing i can do about it.

anyway, they are not as nice as i wanted them to turn out, but im also rather proud of them (oops, ego check) cos halfway through i realised how crappy they are going to look and IN THE END they didnt look as crappy as i imagined, so.. its all relative, i guess. (i hope the people at the university get a look at a REALLY REALLY REALLY BAD portfolio before looking at mine.)

and now i dont know what to do with them. haha. i feel like i cant part with them, and yet they are totally useless. =| they were supposed to be xmas presents at first, but...nyeh. maybe if im really despo il still give away the eguit since its the only one that somewhat resembles a real, proportionate guitar (the other 2 have warped necks). i think next time i have to think of more practical ideas, maybe make something that i can actually use. bah. =/

well, after all that frustration with drawing/painting/sculpting (wow i sound so pro, but its really peanuts stuff) im taking a short break from it by doing some WRITING... cos i have to submit essays before the boston deadline (jan 1)! woooohoo. i have to do them over the next 2 nights.. already started tonight actually! I finished the SHORT ANSWER one. =) hahahaha. mann.

and i decided to open the oxford letter tomorrow. (/today, since its alr 1am now.) ahhh. sometimes i think hey its not a big deal and other times i freak out a bit and i feel like i need someone else to be there with me/open it for me. lol. and then i think im being ridiculous and i think hey its not a big deal and the whole cycle starts all over again.

oh well. anyway i will open it tomorrow, no matter what! =|

2007-12-30, 12:20 a.m..
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