Cold as Ice

Another of my dry ice experiments.

Another blue day, but better than yesterday.

This constant pace of academia is killing my inner child.

How can I possibly be considering 3 more years of this jumping through other people's hoops and bending my imagination to fit in their narrow scope of what art is? Everything must be analyzed, contextualized and deconstructed until the spirit of it is dead.

I want to paint, I want to take an imagination adventure. I just wanna go play!

Maybe THAT should be the theme of my thesis.