I've lost my muse....
Seriously...I have. I stare at blank pages in my sketchbook, at blank canvasses, and...nothing. Oh, I have ideas, but...I can't seem to get them from my mind to the paper. There's a disconnect between my brain and my hand and it's driving me insane. I feel like I'm losing a huge part of myself, and...considering art's been the major plan for my life? If I can't get this back...I'm fucked. Royally fucked.
I think...I'm still reacting to certain events, most especially certain words exchanged with a certain person. It makes me wonder why we even bother trying if we're still being judged after all this time, what's the point of reaching out when all the hatred is still there underneath things, and I don't like thinking about it.
This will sound very weird, but I can't wait for classes to start up again~
In the meantime, though...back to staring at a blank piece of paper and hoping something will come of it.
(ooc: strikes are deleted.)
I think...I'm still reacting to certain events, most especially certain words exchanged with a certain person. It makes me wonder why we even bother trying if we're still being judged after all this time, what's the point of reaching out when all the hatred is still there underneath things, and I don't like thinking about it.
This will sound very weird, but I can't wait for classes to start up again~
In the meantime, though...back to staring at a blank piece of paper and hoping something will come of it.
(ooc: strikes are deleted.)