Frustration

Let me tell you a little about frustration.
Frustration is staring at a 3 story birdhouse for 48 hours and not being able to draw it. Oh sure, I could draw the birdhouse, a fucking child could draw a birdhouse. No when I say I am not able to draw the birdhouse what I really mean is that I cannot sight and measure angles and lengths from across the room and draw straight lines without a ruler. What is this you say, sighting and measuring? lines without a ruler? Welcome to Draw 230-1 "Drawing for Design." This class is for designers, be they graphic or industrial, furniture, architects, etc etc etc. To be sure I love this class and find fascinating. It deals with geometry, planar analysis, ratios, proportions, and even touches on the sacred (but only those with the eyes to see shall). But the problem is this is an old school class. It based on old methods of drawing three dimensionally, drafting prior to computers, this is the type of shit Da Vinci did when designing his flying machine. Which by the way, for those of you who didn't now Da Vinci's "Helicopter" actually flies. The fucking thing actually fucking flies. Why then did we not have planes and shit earlier. Well poor old Leo wasn't able to find a power source strong enough to get the rotors spinning. Ain't that some shit...anyway back to me.
To truly discribe this class is not in my limited powers of communication. There is so much going on there and so many things to learn...imagine if you will walking into a classroom and beginning to study math for the first time. You get about 5 minutes into the lecture and you realize the infinite nature of what you are studying and the vast topics it covers. You wish your brain could just swallow it all in because you know that regardless of what you learn that the mere scope of what you are studying is like trying to know God on God's level. And you only have 10 weeks to do it in. That my friends is frustation.
There is something about geometry and art and that it entails that keeps me awake at night. I have started dreaming about shapes and lines, and sections, and angles and proofs. Do you know sounds can be expressed as a geometric shape...I wonder what polygon my scream of angst would form...
My fascination with these subjects is so great, that I actually find them on the same level of interest as the opposite sex. That my friends is a truly bold statement from me. For up until this point, nothing held my attention more than a fine set of legs...well maybe a fine set of legs and health set of breasts...or perhaps healthy breasts, nice legs, and a nicely shaped bottom...or even, oh well you get the point...
frustration