I am... intrigued. Irritated, maybe? Actually, truth be told, I don't know what I am at the moment. I was scanning the internet, you know, cruising the normal hotspots, when I stumbled across something I didn't neccesarily expect to stumble across. It left me feeling rather raw. (Raw's a good word, I suppose. As good as any, really.) Deep pangs of... jealousy? Anger? Rage? Malice? God, I don't know what I feel.
I need to draw, but as of late, with life pressing in around me, I've been at a loss for inspiration. (The inherent flaw with working large format and living in a ten-foot cube with a queen bed, computer desk, and book case. I literally have [ ] that much free space. And drawing at the desk isn't the best of ideas. (The desk is too high or the chair is too low. Or both.) But I digress. I'm feeling crappy.
Actually, it's the same feeling I carried with me through four and a half years of art school. I think it borders on spite. Self righteousness is death. (Personal motto.) I don't know. I was friends or acquantainces with countless people in art school but I really only like about four of them. Whether these four aren't the stereotypical "art student" or they're my brand of stereotypical "art student" (birds of a feather, and all that, right?) remains to be seen. But yes, to conclude; I feel like crap. ( 
) and I'm unsure of what I feel, but I know it's not a good feeling, and I'd like it to go away. So, would someone please inspire me so I can distract myself for at least 3 hours?
Please?
I need to draw, but as of late, with life pressing in around me, I've been at a loss for inspiration. (The inherent flaw with working large format and living in a ten-foot cube with a queen bed, computer desk, and book case. I literally have [ ] that much free space. And drawing at the desk isn't the best of ideas. (The desk is too high or the chair is too low. Or both.) But I digress. I'm feeling crappy.
Actually, it's the same feeling I carried with me through four and a half years of art school. I think it borders on spite. Self righteousness is death. (Personal motto.) I don't know. I was friends or acquantainces with countless people in art school but I really only like about four of them. Whether these four aren't the stereotypical "art student" or they're my brand of stereotypical "art student" (birds of a feather, and all that, right?) remains to be seen. But yes, to conclude; I feel like crap. ( ) and I'm unsure of what I feel, but I know it's not a good feeling, and I'd like it to go away. So, would someone please inspire me so I can distract myself for at least 3 hours?
Please?
And diito on the feeling uninspired. *sigh*