Nov 10, 2005 03:16
i make art
or look at art
or think about art
or talk about art
every day of my life.
i agonize, i embrace, i enjoy, i fucking go crazy, i cry, i obsess, i stay up way too late, i get fucking down about it, i get on cloud nine about it, i love it, i loathe it, i deny it, i live it, i mess up, i relish it, i make do with what i make, i discover, i'm proud of it, i question it, i do art all the time and maybe this is love. this feeling of being with something so much, and knowing that's such a part of my life and how i can't imagine doing anything else, no matter how unhappy i can ever get with art. no matter how much it pains me and how many problems i have, i don't stop.
maybe this is me doing what i love.