right now i'd like to fling some paint...
another evening and 2 more pieces churned out plus a previous one modified. oftentimes i wonder if it really even matters? during those moments of madness when i feel like i'm so blinded by this manic energy that tricks me into believing i'm creating some act of god it all seems perfectly natural. but then i eventually come down and realise i was probably only manic, and the work sucks.
of course my friends would never tell me that- they'd be too afraid to hurt my feelings. screw that. i need someone honest who will give me the painful truth- like a professor, ha! hopefully i'll be studying studio arts next year.
i think i finally created one tonight that i am actually happy with, but of course it looks like i'm trying to be franko-b.
come to think of it, all my recent (eg past two nights) work looks like a poor attempt to emulate the aforementioned. ah well screw it.
i don't know if it makes any difference to me anyway. once upon a time i wanted to take all the ugliness and turn it into something beautiful. no wait, thats a lie- once upon a time creating was my only tie to sanity. its now that i want to create something of worth. well frards, don't we all?
another evening and 2 more pieces churned out plus a previous one modified. oftentimes i wonder if it really even matters? during those moments of madness when i feel like i'm so blinded by this manic energy that tricks me into believing i'm creating some act of god it all seems perfectly natural. but then i eventually come down and realise i was probably only manic, and the work sucks.
of course my friends would never tell me that- they'd be too afraid to hurt my feelings. screw that. i need someone honest who will give me the painful truth- like a professor, ha! hopefully i'll be studying studio arts next year.
i think i finally created one tonight that i am actually happy with, but of course it looks like i'm trying to be franko-b.
come to think of it, all my recent (eg past two nights) work looks like a poor attempt to emulate the aforementioned. ah well screw it.
i don't know if it makes any difference to me anyway. once upon a time i wanted to take all the ugliness and turn it into something beautiful. no wait, thats a lie- once upon a time creating was my only tie to sanity. its now that i want to create something of worth. well frards, don't we all?
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oh, and i don't even know why i said that.. i check out your live journal all the time.. i think it was just a tact at humility and me not being as refined with regards to the art movements. i know, it doesnt make sense..
i do like the works i've seen of yours, and that's me being sincere. they intrigue me. oh--and hey--i can tell you've been listening to interpol (they're great huh? i hear people say that they're hacks but they don't know anything, they're great), is that where you got catatonic sex toy from? --I catch on slow, don't I?
p.s. hehe "know what he's sex during thinking"-- that made me giggle so hard. but shouldn't it be know what he's sexing during think?