i sort of took a break from art. it was all getting to be too much of the same, or something. i don’t really know. the point is, i left it and now i miss it.
i’ve been really stressed lately and i think that’s part of the reason why. i’ve never not had art in my life since i was like 8. i’m going to try new things. i’m going to try using the same theme for a series. you are not broken. that’s the basis for it. someone said that to me recently and it really stuck out.
i just need to invest some time in different mediums. i love paint, but i need more than that. i want pottery and glass and fabric and plaster and acrylic and pencils all together. we’ll see how this turns out.
i got all snazzed up. i put on my nice, professional looking dress clothes. i wore those ugly black shoes that kill my feet, but they look respectable. i applied my makeup evenly, not too dark, not too light. i looked grown up and mature.
little does everyone else know, I HAD SCOOBY DOO BAND AIDS ON! hah.
“And in you and in all of us, there is nothing more than the capacity to be a force for, or a force against. And to wonder, how many people wake up each morning and can’t decide if they want to save the world, or destroy it.”—