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Cheetos in bed with a small light and a notebook, missing pages.
Water is close by, but the straw is not long enough. Coca-Cola should be unlimited.
The machine will stop and extraordinary occurances will follow.
I finished my latest piece of juicy art goodness this morning. I couldn't sleep the night before last, so I stayed up, depriving myself of sleep once I got into the groove. I always lose track of time. I then slept mostly all day today, taking full advantage of my two days off in a row. This morning I stood back, staring at everything I'd done. This turned out differently than what I had originally invisioned, however the end result seems to better capture what I was trying for in the first place. It's challenging, knowing you're in a room with a large handful of extremely talented human beings, all struggling the way you do, all reaching for the same goal. It's difficult to attain a goal that is so similar to others'. I sometimes seem to lose motivation and question my own capabilities. I know that I can't do that, or I will fail. I will essentially be not trying, and doing so because I am intimidated by another's talent. My talent is unique to me, as no one can duplicate what I do. Not even I know what will happen when I put brush or pencil to the canvas. How can I allow myself to be taken in so much by strangers' work? Stay on track, I tell myself, and just focus.
I'm out of Cheetos.
Water is close by, but the straw is not long enough. Coca-Cola should be unlimited.
The machine will stop and extraordinary occurances will follow.
I finished my latest piece of juicy art goodness this morning. I couldn't sleep the night before last, so I stayed up, depriving myself of sleep once I got into the groove. I always lose track of time. I then slept mostly all day today, taking full advantage of my two days off in a row. This morning I stood back, staring at everything I'd done. This turned out differently than what I had originally invisioned, however the end result seems to better capture what I was trying for in the first place. It's challenging, knowing you're in a room with a large handful of extremely talented human beings, all struggling the way you do, all reaching for the same goal. It's difficult to attain a goal that is so similar to others'. I sometimes seem to lose motivation and question my own capabilities. I know that I can't do that, or I will fail. I will essentially be not trying, and doing so because I am intimidated by another's talent. My talent is unique to me, as no one can duplicate what I do. Not even I know what will happen when I put brush or pencil to the canvas. How can I allow myself to be taken in so much by strangers' work? Stay on track, I tell myself, and just focus.
I'm out of Cheetos.