you and i.
i feel pretty good right now. i haven't made any art in so long. (i've never felt comfortable using words like "art" and "creative" and "artistic" to describe things of my own. i feel like the word "art" nowadays is attached to some snobbish elite image. but there are no other words to describe them and art is art, i guess.) it's been well over a year since i've actually done anything that i would classify as art besides photography. i brought all my art supplies up to college expecting to dig into my creative side once again, but they've been collecting dust instead. i feel guilty for receiving all the canvases, paintbrushes, easel, and paints i was given for christmas because i've hardly touched them.
however, i did attempt my first painting one weekend vicky was away at home. it didn't turn out well. at all. i was so depressed and didn't want to touch another paintbrush again. i still feel that way really. but anyway, tonight i took that disgusting painting, ripped it into thin strips, and weaved it over a small frame. i sprayed some black on it and now it looks like it survived a house fire. but it's fine. i love it. i call it "the painting that didn't work." it felt great getting my hands dirty again.
however, i did attempt my first painting one weekend vicky was away at home. it didn't turn out well. at all. i was so depressed and didn't want to touch another paintbrush again. i still feel that way really. but anyway, tonight i took that disgusting painting, ripped it into thin strips, and weaved it over a small frame. i sprayed some black on it and now it looks like it survived a house fire. but it's fine. i love it. i call it "the painting that didn't work." it felt great getting my hands dirty again.