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I'm slowly turning this small apartment into some sort of art production line.
I bought a little plastic folder thing to hold all my smaller scraps, and every day I look at it and go 'hrmmm' and then work for about two hours to produce something. Not because I want to, but mearly to fill the folder, I want to fill the folder.
I think I'm going mad.
On friday I'm probably going to spend way too much money at the art supplies store.
But at least I'm doing something productive. And it feels very 'right'.
I seem to like quantity. Last year, I'd work on about 4 canvases/prints/stencils at once, and forget about one, then find it again, and work on it again...
I just seem to tear through stuff, and leave a trail of junk in my wake.
Maybe art school will refine this.
Fuck, I don't know.
But I'm going to art school.
yeah
I bought a little plastic folder thing to hold all my smaller scraps, and every day I look at it and go 'hrmmm' and then work for about two hours to produce something. Not because I want to, but mearly to fill the folder, I want to fill the folder.
I think I'm going mad.
On friday I'm probably going to spend way too much money at the art supplies store.
But at least I'm doing something productive. And it feels very 'right'.
I seem to like quantity. Last year, I'd work on about 4 canvases/prints/stencils at once, and forget about one, then find it again, and work on it again...
I just seem to tear through stuff, and leave a trail of junk in my wake.
Maybe art school will refine this.
Fuck, I don't know.
But I'm going to art school.
yeah