jacksons

I think I'm going to die..

I need to paint... I really, really -need- to paint. I have it sketched out on the canvas already and everything, except that the titanium white and burnt sienna i bought for it yesterday were ACRYLIC and not oil! I recognized the brand and just grabbed them, little did i realize it was the kind of acrylics i use and not oils. I'm very dumb.

So there she is... a beautiful woman laid out on my canvas, waiting to be brought to life with pigment and texture, and i can't do a thing about it until my boyfriend brings me home some paint from classes today... She will be beautiful mind you. I'm very excited, it's a painting modeled after one of my favorite girls...

Sometimes the creative urges actually build up inside me, like a force that is connect to mother nature. It itches, and it burns... it's like a constant restlessness that dances inside my belly. It moves in circles, and when i try and calm it, the sensation becomes a vibrating buzz in the base of my being that begs to be let out... sometimes it tingles in my finger tips.

Once i got inspired by a moody idol figure, and had to paint... i wanted to paint ON clothes though, i wanted to create a shirt and a pair of pants. I needed fabric paint, and i nearly went crazy in the process of trying to get it. My friends said i looked like a werewolf when the full moon was approaching... perhaps i am possessed by a muse. I would gladly lent myself as a vessel for any such lovely spirit.