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Art has changed for me. I feel aggravated, and unable to calm myself into patience with my art. I feel the draw of the abstract, and yet think the crudeness is ugly and un kept. I need people and movement around for inspiration, and now, there is no one. Its quiet, and movement-less. In the room, I feel like I should move quietly, because it is closed, not ready for use. Especially not mine. Art has changed me. I have changed the art.
Now what am I going to do with my life? I can't stop that grinding feeling that everyone else has life figured out. But me, I figure I have time, until I realize that I must decide where I want to point my life very soon. North? or East? Paint? or the mind?
Now what am I going to do with my life? I can't stop that grinding feeling that everyone else has life figured out. But me, I figure I have time, until I realize that I must decide where I want to point my life very soon. North? or East? Paint? or the mind?