In one of my finer moments this morning, I explained my next assignment in the following words: We have to make a cocoon and basically do interpretive fucking dance to get out of it… for DESIGN FUNDAMENTALS.
Basically this “emergence” is supposed to show our personal growth. The concept makes sense, and I actually find it interesting. I just don’t think I’m too keen on the idea of wrapping myself up in stretchy fabric to recreate some sort of birth, at least not sober? I think drunk emergence will be far more poignant and in the moment than some sort of shy, overly deliberated act of consciousness.
It will be heavy, dramatic… lots of hair spray and other random shit… Yeah. I’ll leave this College with a bang. Or just scare the living hell out of follow classmates with my overactive imagination.

PS. Jackson Pollock is mildly annoying.
Boy showed me a few interesting artists last night. Amazing.

www.jroper.co.uk
www.jamesjean.com – I especially like this work.