El aceite cuando esta frio...
I feel the urge to color.
I've been feeling that way for some time now.
I'm afraid to indulge, however (afraid-what a terrible notion) because I fear that both my satisfaction and the inevitable hope and passion that come with a craving will dissolve.
That is to say, I am a terrible colorer. No, I'm a pretty good colorer, actually. That's partly why I so much want to color. I'm just a bad drawer. No, nothing to with a dresser. So, if I were to take the easiest, quickest, most logical and efficient path to solve my coloring issue I should just grab a clean crisp sheet and some markers and go at it. As aforementioned, though, I fear the beauty in the colors will be grossly overcome by the lack of the skill in the lines and shapes. Then I won't enjoy having produced either.
So, you see my dilemma?
And I am content to simpy enjoy the simmering life and expectancy that comes with knowing, knowing absolutely without a doubt that I want something. I don't want to trade this feeling of knowing what I want for the feeling of knowing I created something ugly, which would destroy the want to create again.
I feel the urge to color. But I'm not going to.
I've been feeling that way for some time now.
I'm afraid to indulge, however (afraid-what a terrible notion) because I fear that both my satisfaction and the inevitable hope and passion that come with a craving will dissolve.
That is to say, I am a terrible colorer. No, I'm a pretty good colorer, actually. That's partly why I so much want to color. I'm just a bad drawer. No, nothing to with a dresser. So, if I were to take the easiest, quickest, most logical and efficient path to solve my coloring issue I should just grab a clean crisp sheet and some markers and go at it. As aforementioned, though, I fear the beauty in the colors will be grossly overcome by the lack of the skill in the lines and shapes. Then I won't enjoy having produced either.
So, you see my dilemma?
And I am content to simpy enjoy the simmering life and expectancy that comes with knowing, knowing absolutely without a doubt that I want something. I don't want to trade this feeling of knowing what I want for the feeling of knowing I created something ugly, which would destroy the want to create again.
I feel the urge to color. But I'm not going to.