King Of The Hill is fucking hilarious…

This is how I feel about hot and cold when I comes to thermostats. The colder it gets, I can add more and more blankets until I am warm, but as it gets hotter, I can only take off so many things until I’m laying on a bed naked still sweating, sheets pushed off onto the floor. That’s why I need the temperature cold. I get hot easily, but I also get a little cold too, but it’s easier to warm up than cool down.

Excited for this fucking concert tonight!

Excited for this fucking concert tonight!

acidballons:

Sonoma Coast
by Phil Dokas

acidballons:

Sonoma Coast

by Phil Dokas

sweeneyway:

to join the black parade

sweeneyway:

to join the black parade

jamaican-me-happy:

I want to get out

Why do so many art students hate being given instructions, and also don’t end up following them? If I was given an assignment to compose a piece in sonata rondo form, and then chose to turn in a sonata-allegro form, then it would be wrong. It may be the best allegro my teacher has ever seen, but I still did not follow the instruction, and there was a reason for them. If I had turned in the rondo form, I could have learned more about the rondo, seen the mistakes I made, and learned how to make it better for next time.

Instructions aren’t the death of art. If a teacher tells you to sculpt a mythical creature, those are pretty open instruction. Why does it have to be so hard to follow those? Sculpt a bad ass dragon or a chimera, and learn something out of it. You can learn, like I said in the other post, new techniques for fur, scales, skin, whatever. You still learn when it comes to instructions.

Hell, instructions are kind of like commissions, just free. If a friend came up to me asking for a piece of a certain type, and I chose to do it for free because they’re good friends, then I would still give them what they ask. It would be a dick move to make something completely against their requests.

Sorry, rant over.