I arrived at the Orlando Airport this morning. I've been to this airport before, but apparently since the last time I was there, they adopted a new mascot: Freaky Racoon.
I took a picture because I thought he was hilarious. Lots of things are hilarious when I've only had a few hours sleep.
Then, in the elevator, I encountered Freaky Racoon again, this time in plush form:
At this point my mom said I was acting like a tourist from Wisconson.
The lovely swamps of Central Florida-- my view from the plane. I had forgotten the airplane smell: recycled air, a hint of tar, and cleaner. I love that smell. It's the smell of travelling.
A few hours later I arrived in Conneticut and got a shuttle to Amherst College, Massachusetts. I had forgotten that in Massachusetts, all the streets are named things like Liberty Ave or Congress Blvd. (And I just realized that I have been spelling Conneticut wrong my entire life, because spell check informs me that it should be "Connecticut." )
I wanted to take pictures of my dinner adventure in this quaint New England town, but although I remembered my camera, I left the memory stick in my dorm room. Speaking of which, this is my dorm room:
My room is in the basement on the side of a hill, and there are these cool little steps in front of the door. The dorm was built in 1912 and has a fireplace in the common room and old fancy-glass windows. Very Hogwarts-ian. I keep expecting to see Malfoy.
Oh yes. This week is about illustration. Of the possible subjects we were assigned to illustrate, I chose The Hunger Games. I am not a fan of The Hunger Games. (I will never forgive that author for what she did to Peeta.) But I do love to paint the Appalachian area that Katniss knows as District 12.
Katniss hunting. The deer's last sight of the setting sun. Sort of a metaphor for the innocence of the Tributes being led to the slaughter by the Capitol.
Quick colour sketch. I ♥ painting mountains. I want to paint Katniss wearing dirty, muddy clothes that have been patched and torn and grass-stained, clothes that would blend into the bushes. Only her face would be lit up by the sun. The deer is the focal point. Katniss is half-hidden.
Tomorrow the faculty will critique our sketches and we'll get to find a place in the studios. Breakfast starts at 7am. I am not by nature an early riser, so we'll see how well this goes...
Tomorrow the faculty will critique our sketches.