Inflection is so important (I'm hanging on your every word).

Block schedule. Art first. Free block next. Totaling three hours (+/- fractions of a sixty-minute time frame) of fully-focused self-portrait construction. Have a strong feeling that I may very well be finished. Feels strange because most people are only starting theirs. Perhaps because I had a concept already and started right away. Wish I could remember how many days I spent. Fucking hard work that only the artist herself can understand. Literally hated my piece until today. Still have mixed feelings about it. Bothered me when people complimented it. Shouldn't like it. Ugly. Don't want artificial encouragement out of an even more artificial obligation. Piece means a lot to me and has more of myself in it that anything else I have ever created. Symbolism. On accident. Wonder if anyone will be able to pick up on the underlying message.

When critiques come, I want those girls to fucking rip me my art apart.

I love the way this time of the year makes me an emotional recluse and drowns me with nastolgia and reflection.

sarcasm

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]