Obsessive

I've been thinking about my project about obsessive collectors. How do they become obsessive? How does it occur? Where is that line they cross from having an interesting little hobby to it becoming their life? Do they know they've crossed it? I think we all are little obsessive. Take photo grad school, for instance. All of us grad students think only about photography, art theory, making pictures. We are told this is the one time in our lives that we'll have so many people interested in looking and talking about our work. We are advised to take advantage of it. So all we do is work and think about our work. We are asked, "What does your work mean? What are you trying to say?" Before you know it, this is all you can think about. What am I really trying to say? Can it even be expressed photographically? Nothing else seems to matter. Laundry, dishes, homework. All I can think about is this project. Then today I realize I've become my subjects. I am what the project is about. I am obsessive. This is my life and I like it...But perhaps I should do the dishes.

Time

I've just gotten a little more time...all I need is a little more time. But it was a pain to get. Now I have Tuesday afternoon, which is good cause I've got tons of work to do for my web design class, too bad that web design meets in the morning. Bad timing.