#workdiary

[sameoldsamemind]

[the-parent-of-the-lost-one]

First week on the project. -Lotta research on the topic -Trying stuff out if they work almost every part of the every picture had multiple drafts -Head is close to the shape wanted but tweaking is at least required -need to learn how to emulate the kemono style heads on drawings.

-Made this Tumbler to keep myself a diary and if friends finds it they can check the progress every Sunday. and call me out if i start slipping.

General mood or thoughts I am on the honeymoon period of this project. Excited and dreaming stuff for it. But i need to stress to myself that after it is over i still need to continue unlike usually i tend to stop in middle. That is why i thought bringing few friends on the work diary might help. Surprises and learned stuff -kemono style was surprising find. i didn’t know they exist. -Latter project will have lot of hard stuff -It’s hard to say what looks good without seeing it first. -and most likely what you thought looks good doesn’t look good.

-DO not GET attached to parts early in the progress, First draft isn’t the last draft.

[nile-kun]

Second attempt to record something, I think this time it went well, illuminate the scene is very laborious. In other news, I really love these watercolors with glitters, they leave very nice effects. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ #artwork #watercolor #watercolorwithshine #chibi #workdiary

[lowkeyfakegirl]

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I love that as soon as I start working I'm no longer viewed as a person and I lose all my anatomical value. Cool you're giving me $100 for a few minutes but I'm still a person who has integrity, value, and boundaries

[i---dag]

Work Diary entry 7, (Tuesday 2nd of April, 2024)

23:15. Last Thursday or Friday M, T, C and I helped me pack and move my stuff to the new studio. I haven't been since, it seems like a huge accomplishement to make it nice to work in there. We need lamps, shelves, to put the walls up, etc., but it's not a priority for the others, or it might be, somethings are more pressuring than otherthings. It's hard for me to do things on my own lately, maybe it has been hard for a long time. It makes me wonder if something is inherently wrong with me, but I think, the more I open my eyes and choose to see, that something is inherently wrong with the world. I feel paralyzed, decentisized. The work I have to do seems to not be worth it in its abundance. Still I can't find the willingness or power within me to do the work it takes to move towards a better future. It's not necessarily true, I have a tendency to worry and become truly pessimistic about everything. Even mistrustful in people I love and who love me. There could be a wall between me and everything else. A beautiful and endless wall, rising above me and around me into the depth of the sky. The wall is translucent and glowing pink plastic, and in it tiny pieces of silver confetti glitter catches the light of the sun, moon and stars. It would glow and blind me with regression and nostalgia. Its interference would shade my gaze. Nostalgia for a past saturated with glistening products hard with intention. As a child I understood my position as the neutral position, a home in the peaceful western Europe, as good as USA; maybe even better. I had my Barbie Spears, my Polly, my superstars dressed in pink. I'd give my My Little Pony's bubble baths in the sink and tend to their hair. The world was peaceful and safe and I was too little to think it could be otherwise - it was all a pink lie.

[i---dag]

Work Diary entry 5 /Wednesday 2oth f Marcg

then the other one officially is work entry 6, will change that ASAP. posted at 21:56 on March 28th

[i---dag]

Work Diary entry 6, (Tuesday 26th of March, 2024)

What is the correct way to write a date? I wonder about this every time I have to write one down. Could be different from place to place, could differ depending on who I'm telling the date to or what the purpose of write it down is. There's something called The International Standard (again I wonder who came up with that idea) where it's recommended writing the date as year, then month and the day. YYYY-MM-DD. 2024-03-26 and the time is 09:02, the weather is mild and slightly cold I think. I just woke up from a dream where I was stuck in an old elevater going up, everytime I tried to click a button to open the doors it just kept going up, I tried to kick in the doors but yeah, just kept going up until it reached the roof and the door opened and the elevator started to loosen itself from the structure and was about to fall down the shaft and that's when I woke up.

Yesterday I did a lot. I woke up at 8-ish and went to pick up my work from the show I didn't enjoy, I'm still contemplating if I should send them an evaluation on e-mail. Afterwards I bought paper and pens and saw Z's exhibition in the inner city. Then I met up with A to have a meeting about painting, we have assignments for our next meeting in a month. Then I helped out V with his piece, hammering aluminium and screwing in the cupboard doors.

Today I'm meeting with I at 11 to do some graphic work and at 15:30 I'm getting the keys for the new studio. The more I think about the less keen I am on sharing it... Let's see how it goes.

[i---dag]

Work Diary, entry 4 (Friday 15th of March 2024)

I woke up at 7:30 to catch the Fleet bus to Aarhus at 9:55. Weird morning with M because we need to get used to things while simultaneously needing to get mystical. Bought a coffee at 7-Eleven at Sjælør St. to drink in the bus, I kept spilling it trying to hold the cup and two big bags.

Spent the busride listening to this mix wishing I had stayed in Copenhagen for the weekend. I miss a good dancing experience. Arrived in Aarhus and went straight to the school, it's always so nice seeing all my friends. I'm writing this high af at 23:45 getting distracted by a Marabou with Daim. To be continued.

It's now Saturday 16th of March and the time is 16:29. After arriving in Aarhus yesterday I went to the school to hang out for a bit, the sun was shining and a good mood was spreading. At 16:00 I had a studiovisit with JS, I briefly introduced her to my practice and considerations regarding my work for our 3rd year exhibition, I think she kind of got it and asked why I'm so stressed out about not working when clearly I'm working a lot. Also that I shouldn't care much about finish. Then I sent my boss my invoice, she's happy about the graphics I did, it feels good that she likes our teamwork. We've known each other for almost 15 years now.

I found three stars in the streets yesterday and have now started to collect them and note when and where they were found. You can see the collection here: ★

I have an idea for a sculpture, making casts of the holes in the road where i live, reverse holes. With my broken shoes taking steps on top of them. It's influenced by this Piss Flower piece by Helen Chadwick.

It's so good. Anyways. I like the idea of exhibiting artworks where their source of inspiration is situated, to not bring them into the white cube to "remove them from context" but to insist on the context from where the idea originated.