I’m killing myself doing this self-portrait made out of billions of tiny dots. I wanted to finish it by Monday so that it could be put in the end-of-year Visual and Critical Studies showcase but it’s already 8 pm on Saturday and I haven’t even got round to the hair which is the worst and most time consuming part.
I’m really bummed that I won’t be able to show it because it looks so good and I think I’ve spent – well, definitely upwards of 30 hours on it so far and my hand currently feels like it’s going to fall off. And I’ve also promised my drawing professor that I would finish it and now I won’t be able to unless I forego sleep for the next two days, and then forego sleep again the next day so I can rush my papers due next week. And I have work next week and people are in New York and I might kill myself if the stippling doesn’t kill me first.