I feel entirely incomplete, and as if I have some unresolved conflict.
I’ll stop hitting backspace so much for these posts someday. [an update] I am thrilled with my new concept. It’s more than just myself, but I’m evolving my perspective on art. I cannot wait to share this passion with others.
I will give my career everything. I’ll love it for all the quirks, even the faults that plague it. And I’m going to live in my ideal world, regardless. It doesn’t pay well and getting a job is laughable, but I don’t mind. I’ll work a smaller job and try to live in a tiny apartment and maybe split the rent with a kind soul. I’m not looking for the white picket...
for the amount of time I’ve spent living in urban areas, I miss the ocean deeply.
wow you look good.
Anonymous asked: Yesterday I realized that what I want out of life is to experience emotions. All of them, even the ones that hurt. On Saturday I experienced real envy for the first time, and as much as that hurt, I was thankful that it broke me out of the period of apathy I had been experiencing. And so I want it, all of it, at least once. So I think I get how you feel.
lordofcastamere asked: Great blog! xoxo
The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.– Oscar Wilde (via tr4velingsoul)
Back quite a few birthdays, when I still had my friends and no one fought with anyone, I remember a red-headed girl and her mom giving me a present. The mom said to me, “you may not get the most out of this now, but in the future, you will really appreciate this.” The crazy thing is, back then I thought I did. It fit in well with who I was. The giant yellow sketchbook was perfect. But...
…………………………………………………………………………….. I’m done. I messed up. K. I don’t know. Not sure why I was expecting anything at all. K. If I could just cease to exist, that’d be cool.
Summer before Tampa. Let's go.
I’m going to add stuff to fill space on that one. I’ll retouch the chalk in that one. I’ll keep blending there and think of a smooth transition, so his torso doesn’t fall into nothingness. I will visit the DIA again. I’ll retouch everything. I’ll buy those canvases that fill rooms instead of stuff binders. I’ll buy real paint. I’ll dust off my...
I have art. I have art, I promise, and I’ll continue it this summer and my portfolio will actually be full of different sizes and it’ll be beautiful. I’ve spent too much time making up classes for various requirements, and have been too late for registration to make it into an actual art class too many times - but all that missed experience is okay. Right? I still have all summer...