Puh!
I've been cleaning all day, well, picking up stuff, doing some dusting and some vacuuming. I also took a small trip downtown and now I'm already used up. Blood pressure is low, but not worse than giving me a slight headache and some nausea. Feels a bit funny though when I check my pulse; it's a bit fast, though within the parameters of normal I guess, but there's no pressure. Feels almost like I'm stopping the blood flow when I check the pulse. I'm hoping it to pass soon, since I can't even turn my head quickly without getting dizzy. Slow movements when packing then...
I managed to complete a lot more than I thought I would. Apartment looks decent (messy but decent) and almost all recyclables are recycled. I've matched the amount of food left to how long I'll be here and there are no dirty dishes. I feel content.
The bills are paid, the ticket has been picked out, I've updated most sites about that I'll be gone... The only thing left now is colouring a commission and pack. Packing will most likely take half the night, leaving me tired as I don't know what, but then maybe I'll be able to sleep on the train. Got 1h waiting time at the first changing spot, and then 2h in the second one. And my cell as only amusement. I hope people aren't busy tomorrow because I will be spamming them.
So, now I've rested enough while typing this. Gotta keep on picking with stuff now.
Cheers!
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Showing posts with label feeling good. Show all posts
Thursday, June 16
Friday, April 29
Getting commissioned
Guess who's a happycat?
Well, not the pony... But rather the artist who made it; in other words me. I have been commissioned (and paid!) for two ponies now (this is not one of them, the one above is a freebee) and another one is on the way. I'm really glad that people want ponification portraits and can consider paying for them. They are very cheap, basically just covers the material cost, but I'm still getting money! Even if it just was a cent, it's symbolic!
Perhaps it will expand enough for me to make some profit and enable me to live on it a bit one day. That'd be my dream. One can dream, right? But for now, it's enough that some people have bought art from me. My most loyal costumer and several new ones.
The paid ponies:
Well, now I'm off to bed. Night.
Well, not the pony... But rather the artist who made it; in other words me. I have been commissioned (and paid!) for two ponies now (this is not one of them, the one above is a freebee) and another one is on the way. I'm really glad that people want ponification portraits and can consider paying for them. They are very cheap, basically just covers the material cost, but I'm still getting money! Even if it just was a cent, it's symbolic!
Perhaps it will expand enough for me to make some profit and enable me to live on it a bit one day. That'd be my dream. One can dream, right? But for now, it's enough that some people have bought art from me. My most loyal costumer and several new ones.
The paid ponies:
Well, now I'm off to bed. Night.
Labels:
commissions,
Drawing,
dreams,
feeling good
Sunday, March 20
Dead on my feet, but happy
Today was one of the days when I actually did something. I went to the big city nearby to meet up with my best friend.
We (me, my best friend, a friend of his and his boyfriend) hung out for a while in his apartment before we left to go meet up another friend we have in common at the café she's working at (intern-ship, but work non the less) and had some "coffee". I tasted my first chai-latte. It was delicious, I could get into an habit of giving myself one as a treat every other month or so.
Then I went home, on a kinda hellish bus ride. First I almost missed the bus, then the bus was stuffed with people. I am not kidding when I say we were about 65 people on the bus, 15 were standing. I was pushed by a black woman constantly talking on her phone, sneezing on an old lady without even trying to cover her mouth, and I was caught in between two women not used to going by bus, constantly chatting about completely boring things. My feet was killing me after standing up most of the day and then the bus ride where I couldn't mode to relieve some of the weight from the feet. my bag was cutting into my neck, I was tired enough to almost fall asleep standing up, or I was just on the verge of fainting. It's a bit hard to tell.
I got home and took a nice long shower.
The end.
Well. something like that at least. I had fun and I got so tired, but it's worth it. I'm hoping for a good night's sleep now.
Tomorrow, I'm gonna rant about the retouch photos I saw in a commercial.
Now, bed.
We (me, my best friend, a friend of his and his boyfriend) hung out for a while in his apartment before we left to go meet up another friend we have in common at the café she's working at (intern-ship, but work non the less) and had some "coffee". I tasted my first chai-latte. It was delicious, I could get into an habit of giving myself one as a treat every other month or so.
Then I went home, on a kinda hellish bus ride. First I almost missed the bus, then the bus was stuffed with people. I am not kidding when I say we were about 65 people on the bus, 15 were standing. I was pushed by a black woman constantly talking on her phone, sneezing on an old lady without even trying to cover her mouth, and I was caught in between two women not used to going by bus, constantly chatting about completely boring things. My feet was killing me after standing up most of the day and then the bus ride where I couldn't mode to relieve some of the weight from the feet. my bag was cutting into my neck, I was tired enough to almost fall asleep standing up, or I was just on the verge of fainting. It's a bit hard to tell.
I got home and took a nice long shower.
The end.
Well. something like that at least. I had fun and I got so tired, but it's worth it. I'm hoping for a good night's sleep now.
Tomorrow, I'm gonna rant about the retouch photos I saw in a commercial.
Now, bed.
Labels:
feeling good,
food,
friendship
Monday, November 29
A drawing madness!
I have been drawing like mad lately. It feels good to draw since I took up drawing by hand again. I have been drawing so much digitally that I forgot how much better I am with just a pencil in hand.
Last night I got myself into a tutoring session in the DeviantART chat and got an assignment to draw from a stock photo (pre-chosen by the tutor) without cheating, in other words just drawing on top of the picture. The whole point was anatomy, but I took the opportunity to practice colouring line-less. It took me about 7h in total to make the painting. I am very pleased with it though it is a bit iffy at parts. It is probably the best drawing I've ever made.
So today I don't feel as sucky as I normally do, and that feels really great. It really is a great joy to draw when I feel like I'm making progress.
What makes me a tiny bit guilty though is me focusing my energy on non-commission art, as I have some commissions waiting for me to finish them up. But I just have to focus on what is important first; what I feel like drawing.
Now I got to do something else... Maybe sleep? Or bake? I love that I found my springform pan! I can bake as much as I want!
G'night, or good morning. Whichever.
Last night I got myself into a tutoring session in the DeviantART chat and got an assignment to draw from a stock photo (pre-chosen by the tutor) without cheating, in other words just drawing on top of the picture. The whole point was anatomy, but I took the opportunity to practice colouring line-less. It took me about 7h in total to make the painting. I am very pleased with it though it is a bit iffy at parts. It is probably the best drawing I've ever made.
So today I don't feel as sucky as I normally do, and that feels really great. It really is a great joy to draw when I feel like I'm making progress.
What makes me a tiny bit guilty though is me focusing my energy on non-commission art, as I have some commissions waiting for me to finish them up. But I just have to focus on what is important first; what I feel like drawing.
Now I got to do something else... Maybe sleep? Or bake? I love that I found my springform pan! I can bake as much as I want!
G'night, or good morning. Whichever.
Labels:
coloring,
commissions,
DeviantArt,
Drawing,
feeling good
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