Hey,

vreau sa tin minte chestia asta, so ill go ahead and say it.

All it took was an hour of drawing and painting with my art class to cast a pretty good light on who i am. It was all in the lines, in the colors used.. in their intesity, their strength. There is was, black on white (literally)... i felt naked in front of these people, like i was split open and they were all... just felt sorry for me.

Instead of intese colors, bold lines, clear shapes or the idea of shapes all i had were weak washed out clouds of color, with no direction, no expression. NO PERSONALITY!! can it get scarier than this? i think not.

as much as i like to think im getting to know who i am, that i have a good grasp of myself.... not true. This send me back, kinda reset the whole thing. Now i have to start all over again.

I guess it made it worse because of the whole Anup craziness, all because of the same lack of bold lines and intense colors.

When will i learn to trust my decisions. lets start today, shall we?

thanks, lata