So, I know I posted that preview image like...a month ago...but this has been a very busy semester for me. Let me give ya'll a quick rundown:

This semester, I took only two art classes: a painting class, and a ceramics class. Now, believe it or not, neither of these classes (despite being art classes) were particularly conducive to my "biology of" series...though I did make some pretty sweet paintings and sculptures that will inevitably find their way onto my account here. My two non-art classes — world civ II and ethnomusicology — were lecturish enough that I was able to work on Chansey and my current project often...but even in those classes, I didn't have access to the resources I usually like to have available for researching the biology of my subjects...so I often found myself with the time in class to work on the piece, but no ideas to actually work on...so, that's why you've seen such a sickening lag in my portfolio as of late...among other things.

As most of you know, this semester was also the semester I worked on getting into art school. After procrastinating and attending open houses and filing for financial aid and whatnot, I did finally get accepted to both of my chosen colleges. "Unfortunately" this left me in the awkward position of choosing, made only more awkard by the fact that while many of my mentors were pushing more toward one, my experience with the other had felt so much more "right". Ultimately, I followed my gut (because with scholarships and all, tuition came out to be about equal), and I will be attending Lyme Academy College of Fine Arts this fall as one of first students in their brand new illustration program. ::quick bow:: Obviously, I'm pleased with this...but there's obviously a bit of me that's intimidated by the prospect of moving on to a school where I am no longer a big shot. Truly, it will prove a humbling experience.

Speaking of humbling experiences...my girlfriend of nearly three years and I just parted ways today. I know it sounds cliché (though in this day and age, there are very few manners in which a breakup can take place that do not), but the two of us simply decided that at this current juncture in our lives, we are both dealing with issues that really don't mesh with being in a relationship. She tearfully initiated it...but it was something I'd been aware of for a while. She has been nearly 300 hundred miles away for just short of a year now (except on the occassional weekend and school break). Remarkably, I'm not overly upset at the prospect. Breanna and I truly love each other, but sometimes love is just meant to be that of very good friends...and having had one serious relationship before that ended...well, about as badly as an adolescent relationship could without a murder or a pregnancy...I can truly say that, regardless of whether or not our relationship is a romantic one, Breanna is a truly good friend.

So yeah. The truth is that as this summer is setting in, I am newly single, basically unemployed, and at the end of this summer I am set to go to an entirely new school. Everything is set to change...and I just don't know how I'm going to handle it all.

So yeah...I guess the point is, my next "Biology of" should be done soon...and until then, I'll try to get back to the occassional posting of other pieces, starting now...

Thanks for listening folks.