distortedshadow

A few years ago I went to Venice, and of all the beautiful things that can be found in that city, for me, the masks were the most affecting.  I'd go as far as to say that they held me in thrall. True Venetian masks are completely stunning creations.  I'd go back there in an instant just to get my hands on one - that and the glass, which is almost as spectacular - the way colours and light are trapped within something which seems so simple, and the feel of it, smooth and cold in your palm - it is something which I see as being shrouded in mystery. The fascination of masks is similar in a way.  The mystery that they create draws me in - you ca

Its an absolutely beautiful day today, so much so that it almost feels like summer (just a bit colder), but I'm not outside enjoying it.  Instead, I'm stuck in my dining room, watching the sun through net curtains, still trying to learn anatomy.  I did just manage to sneak on to my back doorstep for a quick cigarette (I'm a terrible medic), but that's about as far as I'll get. So, in the spirit of procrastination, boredom, and general disenchantment, I thought it was time for another journal entry. However, life in my sleepy town is rather dull. I'm still on my Easter vac, and now everyone else is home, there have been the standard pub trips

So, in the third day of my Easter break, instead of revising (or learning, as I'm sure I don't know anything already) as I ought to be, I've instead spent almost the entire day messing around on here.  Its actually been very cathartic, and rather more interesting than attempting to learn anatomy (I'm studying medicine, for my sins). I think I'm going to give myself a few days off - I do have a 5 week break, as we have very short terms - and try and do something creative for once. I'm amazed by some peoples talents - my messing around with my old and battered camera and some very simplistic editing software seems very worthless. I wish I knew