It's late, and the hustle and bustle of the day is far, far behind. The last minute copyediting, re-titling, re-checking, nip-picking and picture editing is long gone. You'd think those were my favourite moments, the ones that I'll look back on and be inspired by.
I think it's moments like these, when the room is silent and the remnats of the day sweep over me. I could be at home with my vape, sitting in my moody room watching TV on my phone, feeling inspired by mostly nothing. I could be but my room smells of last year's ganja and last minute munchies from there too, but instead I'm here. Somewhere that should be loud and bustling, but isn't. Sitting at the familiar computer that I always sit on. The keyboard is the newest one I could find, gives me the feeling that no one's been here yet, or almost no one because I'm sure the only one that dares is Jasmine.
Its funny how I stumbled into this room out of the blue on the first day of school just looking for somewhere or something to do. Now I draw for the school paper. This semester has been something unexpected, as I thought it was one step away from where I wanted to be. I guess I was wrong, this room taught me that.
I think in this room I learned a lot. I learned a lot about the world and how to ask it questions. I learned that its not so much where you've been or where you are now that matters, its where you're going next that's the focus. I lesson I learned in being a part of the LMC Experience is that you really only get to sit still for a moment before the next thing to do is in front of you. I think all semester I've been the one with the last minute inspiration, the veil lifts just at the right moment and then I see. I think I've been looking into things that probably should be far enough in the future, but instead I'm seeing them like they're right in front of my face.
One of those things is Christopher Wheeland. He's a British choreographer that I've been watching videos of in my spare time. I love how he makes the strangest blind spaces where you don't expect them. The twists of the ankles in the most unexpected places, a flick of a wrist right after a turn that catches you by surprise.
I have to admit, something about the hustle and bustle of the day: After I get my cartoon drawn (on time) I'm usually so happy that I'll dance. It occurs to me every week that maybe I should just draw the damn thing early, but there's so much else that I'd rather be doing. (like working) So today, right after I finished my cartoon, I danced outside (well I kinda really just walked around on my toes...I'm not so much for the dancing yet. You try teaching yourself to use a pair of these, its not easy.)
I guess one day I should figure out how to afford lessons and costumes and the like. I'm sure somewhere there's a lifestyle that's not a delusion of grandeur
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