Hey. How is everyone doing? It's 2:18 am and I just feel compelled to write. Here.

Sophomore year is a different game. Artistically speaking, assignments are now actually relevant to my future career. I am horrified, relieved, constantly fascinated and restless.

The quote that plagues me as of late:

"I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who overcomes his enemies, for the hardest victory is the victory over self." - Aristotle

The new dynamic this year is bringing into my life- a focus on work, health, and trying to balance out time with friends scattered in apartments and dorms- leaves me with a hurried sense of accomplishment that isn't always fulfilling enough. Something integral seems to be missing, and I think I've pinpointed the issue but it seems ridiculous. Amazing how the more you think about yourself the less you understand.

I will upload a slew of drawings eventually. My new classes will have me painting, focusing on the human figure, portraits and working digitally. I am trying to make sketching a habitual thing. Right now, I just need to eat and slip into sleep.