started with joy. actually with horrid sleep for me, cuddles for him. who knew a vivid night mare would make him so protective of me that he wouldnt even let go of me when he was asleep. something i’ve never experienced before.
then. trying to get dressed.. almost fully. socks and shoes where the only things missing from a fully clothed man. then they all came off again. and oh it was beautiful. missed an hour plus of class because of this. and i dont regret it for a moment.
the day continues. but not in the aforementioned manner.
and i’m sitting in studio.. looking at my work. thinking that a child with basic info of the site, do something similar. my critique did not help me at all. words that did not help. speaking only of time limits and needing to move along. nothing about my designs or focus or hopes or dreams.
i’ll continue working on this project for another 3 to 4hours today in hopes that progress can be made.
later on tonight, is a meeting, then the gym. then movie type thing - with him. as well as a critique from him on my progress.. he’s always honest. and i’d like to know how horrible he thinks my drawings are. i think theyre horrible, and im sure he’ll think so too, but i doubt that he’ll say so.