art-fart
I have creativity overload right now. All I do, all day everyday, is think new projects. I work at Gagie, which I have to think up new artsie kid projects each half hour. Then I go to class where I am working on this painting, or that drawing, or one of my printing plates, or another ceramics piece. I have too many ideas stored up in my brain that I'm not so sure that there's enough room.
maybe I need to write. Write about what? Well... that's what I keep asking myself too. I have this jumbled mess of thoughts in my head that keep rolling around, bouncing off of one another and I think that if I keep them locked up in my mind for too long that they will end up doing one of two things.
A). they collide so hard with one another that they break into little pieces unable to sustain life and so they dissolve away into the deep tissues of my right brain taking my imagination away with them... never to be found again.
or
B). they become so crowded in the tiny tissue caverns of my mind that they eventually force their way through the layers of my brain that it (my brain) explodes from the pressure from within and my ideas, dreams,and creativity topple onto the floor with my imagination, unable to be restored to my body.
neither one sounds very nice to me, but I am positive that one of the two will happen soon if I don't get some time to let my ideas out. I have been on such Art class overload (I do love it though)that I have been neglecting my writing and... and what better way to destress than to write a good poem or two (oh I know you all do it, even if you won't admit it)
or maybe I just need to go running.
maybe I need to write. Write about what? Well... that's what I keep asking myself too. I have this jumbled mess of thoughts in my head that keep rolling around, bouncing off of one another and I think that if I keep them locked up in my mind for too long that they will end up doing one of two things.
A). they collide so hard with one another that they break into little pieces unable to sustain life and so they dissolve away into the deep tissues of my right brain taking my imagination away with them... never to be found again.
or
B). they become so crowded in the tiny tissue caverns of my mind that they eventually force their way through the layers of my brain that it (my brain) explodes from the pressure from within and my ideas, dreams,and creativity topple onto the floor with my imagination, unable to be restored to my body.
neither one sounds very nice to me, but I am positive that one of the two will happen soon if I don't get some time to let my ideas out. I have been on such Art class overload (I do love it though)that I have been neglecting my writing and... and what better way to destress than to write a good poem or two (oh I know you all do it, even if you won't admit it)
or maybe I just need to go running.