Art, life, and ass holes
An artiest needs to care about there work. I have recently discovered that I don’t care about my work. I have never really cared about my work. I do it more to do it and because I feel like drawing. So I think that this is my problem. I am going to school for something that I don't care about. I guess it could be a good thing in Illustration because everything you do is for someone else and then you wont be sad you can't keep it. At the same time I need to care about it if it is what my job is going to be. I guess I don't know where to go from here. Either I stay in school and hope that some day I care and enjoy my work, or I leave and do something else. I think the something else would be working in a flower shop for know while I figure things out. I guess I have always known that art was something that is part of me but I did not know how it was to fit into my life. I went to school to figure that out, and as badly as I would love to be a illustrator I don't know that I can if I don't care about my work.
On another note I am made because my T is sticking on my keyboard, which I think is from a cat. The other thing is someone hit the front of my car and just left it. I walk around the parking garage to see if I could figure out who did it but there were a few bumpers that looked like they could have been the one that hit my car. People are so irresponsible.
On another note I am made because my T is sticking on my keyboard, which I think is from a cat. The other thing is someone hit the front of my car and just left it. I walk around the parking garage to see if I could figure out who did it but there were a few bumpers that looked like they could have been the one that hit my car. People are so irresponsible.