I hate to admit it
Subdistricts is tomorrow. I dont know how to feel about that, except that i am nervous...i am nervous at the state of alot of things...
So i finished this painting and i gave it away almost as quickly as i conceived it- i dont really remember what it looks like, except that i remember thinking that if ever i am famous (and i would be a famous artist:) this would be one of the defining pictures they put in all the books. Like Monet's Women in the Green Dress. WOman in the Green Dress was a turning point in his artistic nature, in the way he chose to express the world around him. She awakened the desire to paint only what he saw as he saw it and not how he thought he ought to see it-hence the term "impressionist." She was the first of the first of an attaking through paint the desire of his soul. This masterpeice that i gifted to a dear friend of mine will either be lost in an ever-building pile of pathetic attempts to create something worth creating, or it will be the defining moment in how i choose to live my life.
Will i choose the road of the artist, because though i hate to admit it, that is what makes my blood stir- or will i choose another road? FOr the road of the artist requires the sort of person who is not afraid to step across the threshold of the sane human mind, if that is not an oxymoron. I think i may be terrified...
So i finished this painting and i gave it away almost as quickly as i conceived it- i dont really remember what it looks like, except that i remember thinking that if ever i am famous (and i would be a famous artist:) this would be one of the defining pictures they put in all the books. Like Monet's Women in the Green Dress. WOman in the Green Dress was a turning point in his artistic nature, in the way he chose to express the world around him. She awakened the desire to paint only what he saw as he saw it and not how he thought he ought to see it-hence the term "impressionist." She was the first of the first of an attaking through paint the desire of his soul. This masterpeice that i gifted to a dear friend of mine will either be lost in an ever-building pile of pathetic attempts to create something worth creating, or it will be the defining moment in how i choose to live my life.
Will i choose the road of the artist, because though i hate to admit it, that is what makes my blood stir- or will i choose another road? FOr the road of the artist requires the sort of person who is not afraid to step across the threshold of the sane human mind, if that is not an oxymoron. I think i may be terrified...