I have never been able to get into art. I don't know what is wrong with me.
At a young age, I would be at my grandma's visiting dad and I would have a stack of plain white paper or dot-matrix printer paper and would draw all sorts of crazy stuff with markers and pencils. I would spend hours drawing, and my visits to dad lasted years. When I was a little older mom took me to a comic book store and I happened to pick up a copy of Ranma 1/2. Manga. I started trying to draw like that. I feel embarrassed about it now, and my doodling style still retains manga/anime elements. I have always doodled in the margins of my notebooks in school. I still do it now.
And yet, somehow, I have never been able to get into art. Sure, I like to go to museums and art galleries and look at stuff, but I don't really know what I'm looking at or what nuances I'm supposed to be appreciating. My reactions range from "that's pretty!" to "I don't get it". I feel kind of sad at museums, really, because I feel so empty looking at everything. I almost never find something that makes me catch my breath and look in awe. Even when I saw the Mona Lisa in its tiny box in the Louvre, surrounded by people with cameras, I hardly felt anything.
I don't know. I'm always beating myself up for not being interested in what other people are interested in. My girlfriend MollyMolly has helped me realize that I do this. I feel guilty that I'm not interested in things. Very little interests me, and even when I find something interesting, it's rare that I get really "into" it. I don't like it. I don't like to feel empty.
I've adjusted to most of the changes in the new site format, but I have to say that it really upsets me that I can't see bookmarks in my "friends' journals" section. It's pretty much impossible for me to keep up with bookmarked journals anymore. By the time I remember to open the full friends/bookmarks page, the people I have bookmarked have three pages of comments already, so I worry that they won't see or have time to reply to my comment.
I don't know, though. Maybe it doesn't matter that much. With most of the people I have bookmarked, I usually can never pluck up the courage to comment at all. Maybe I should stop complaining. But not being able to stay on top of my bookmarks dissuades me even further. Poop.
At a young age, I would be at my grandma's visiting dad and I would have a stack of plain white paper or dot-matrix printer paper and would draw all sorts of crazy stuff with markers and pencils. I would spend hours drawing, and my visits to dad lasted years. When I was a little older mom took me to a comic book store and I happened to pick up a copy of Ranma 1/2. Manga. I started trying to draw like that. I feel embarrassed about it now, and my doodling style still retains manga/anime elements. I have always doodled in the margins of my notebooks in school. I still do it now.
And yet, somehow, I have never been able to get into art. Sure, I like to go to museums and art galleries and look at stuff, but I don't really know what I'm looking at or what nuances I'm supposed to be appreciating. My reactions range from "that's pretty!" to "I don't get it". I feel kind of sad at museums, really, because I feel so empty looking at everything. I almost never find something that makes me catch my breath and look in awe. Even when I saw the Mona Lisa in its tiny box in the Louvre, surrounded by people with cameras, I hardly felt anything.
I don't know. I'm always beating myself up for not being interested in what other people are interested in. My girlfriend MollyMolly has helped me realize that I do this. I feel guilty that I'm not interested in things. Very little interests me, and even when I find something interesting, it's rare that I get really "into" it. I don't like it. I don't like to feel empty.
I've adjusted to most of the changes in the new site format, but I have to say that it really upsets me that I can't see bookmarks in my "friends' journals" section. It's pretty much impossible for me to keep up with bookmarked journals anymore. By the time I remember to open the full friends/bookmarks page, the people I have bookmarked have three pages of comments already, so I worry that they won't see or have time to reply to my comment.
I don't know, though. Maybe it doesn't matter that much. With most of the people I have bookmarked, I usually can never pluck up the courage to comment at all. Maybe I should stop complaining. But not being able to stay on top of my bookmarks dissuades me even further. Poop.
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I like your doodles
I like going to see art, but only so much of it really kicks my ass and makes me love it... maybe 1 or 2 things in 50, or so.