Alright, I’ll be honest. It’s been a while since I’ve been to Yoga. I got severely bogged down getting my portfolio done for the Commercial Animation program I’m applying to, so for the last couple of weeks I went a little nuts. But the crazy paid off, it seems, and I got what I humbly deem an acceptable portfolio out of the deal.
So it’s done. It’s handed in and done and I can honestly say that I feel somewhat worse for it. I feel somewhat better too, to be fair, but this is different.
It’s out of my hands now. All I can do is sit on pins and needles waiting by the mailbox for an acceptance letter. Or a rejection letter, but let’s not go there just yet.In lieu of anything to say about yoga, let me tell you briefly about my life for the last few weeks. Six out of seven days a week I was attending life drawing sessions wherein I’d sit in a circle – with strangers – on horrendously uncomfortable drawing benches and fail to accurately sketch the nude model-of-the-day. When I wasn’t doing that, I was the creepy guy in the corner of the café, or on a bench in the mall, or at a table in the park, drawing the various patrons and passers-by. Alternately, I could be found at my friends’ houses, chasing their pets around with a pencil and sketchbook. And at night, I laboured over my sketches, touching them up or, as was more frequent, screwing them up. It was two weeks of intense drawing. Obviously, I had a blast.
But the portfolio is done now, and it’s definitely time for a break and a return to the real world. Besides, I’m still stressing so it’s definitely time for a return to yoga as well.