Living history. It's a passion of mine, since the time when I was 7 years old, and first visited the Jamestown historical reenactment township. Amazing. To step out of 21st century shoes, and into those of the very people that you learn about in history, from first grade past college, baffles me. Watching PBS right now arosues some passion in me. A passion that's drove me to their website, thirsting for the knowledge of just how I could sign up to work (as every individual who does, seems to be assigned a servant role) on their next project. Primitive living, although early American lifestyles truly weren't 'primitive', just underdeveloped when compared to our own, attracts me. Peace corps, not only for the aid I would offer to those sorely in need.. but because of the simplicity of life I would need to adapt to, has always drawn me. I hate this living, this laziness, waste. I want to feel connected to what I eat, what I use. I want to create. I feel stagnant in my life.. hopeless, worthless. I despair. I want so much, that I can only call myself a dreamer.. that is what I do. I dream.
Lighter notes.. I'm going to re-teach myself to draw tomorrow. Starting with simple portrait outlines, and then to bodies, features, shading. I'm going to use my photo space here to post my artwork. It's hot in my home, and I'm sweating. Uncomfortable. My eyes are hurting from a tearful talk with my boyfriend, and from his pain afterward. I suppose that isn't the lightest of notes. But it's real. I wish more people were that way.
Lighter notes.. I'm going to re-teach myself to draw tomorrow. Starting with simple portrait outlines, and then to bodies, features, shading. I'm going to use my photo space here to post my artwork. It's hot in my home, and I'm sweating. Uncomfortable. My eyes are hurting from a tearful talk with my boyfriend, and from his pain afterward. I suppose that isn't the lightest of notes. But it's real. I wish more people were that way.