Hello, just decided to update a bit. Nothing much has been going on, though! School's actually going really well. I've never really struggled with grades, but I'm doing better now than I have in like three years. So that's great (Although, gym is the biggest waste of schedule space there is...A whole hour of bouncing on a big ball? Seriously?)

My art is in a gallery, kinda. About a month ago, I had that Audrey Hepburn drawing up at Michaels ( [link] ) and someone from an art gallery was interested in my work, so now I'm in a member-invite show in the gallery! I've got that drawing and [link] up there for $500 each. According to Randy (the guy who's sponsoring me) there have been people interested in them, and one guy I might have to negotiate prices with! It's all so terribly exciting Even though I really don't want to sell either of them. (I've only got a cell phone pic of the latter!) But I do need money now, if I'm going to go to Japan next spring.

I've been thinking about art in general a lot, recently. It's so amazing to think about. My greatest fear is growing old, losing my youth...Not because of all the wrinkles and physical deterioration, but...just lost time. We live our lives day by day, step by step. We keep on focusing on the night where we can just fall on our bed, just to get through the day. And before you know it, a year passes. Two. Five. It's scary to think that I'm already sixteen. All my life I've been treated like a little child, and I've grown used to it. It's custom. But hell! I'm almost legal! It's the scariest thing ever!

It probably sounds weird, me talking about art and then suddenly switching to why I'm scared of being an old lady. But art, it's so amazing! Even though those days and years pass us and we forget about it all...Photographs, paintings, music. They're a moment captured in time, forever. The years rush by, lifetimes fade, things are forgotten...But art will always preserve the soul of a moment, an emotion. Long after his death, a lover's smile will remain to give a hint of his spirit for future generations. Composers from 500 years ago, who we distance ourselves from because of dramatic time gaps, will stir emotions that never expire...

But I'm just rambling now. God, I'll bet none of that makes sense. I'm sorry.

Well, I've got to get working on that commission. I told her it'd be done by tomorrow!
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