i am decided - today begins art (well... again anyway)
I realized recently (2 or 3 weeks ago) while giving someone a grand tour of my house and showing them the many amazing works of art I've created, framed and hung upon the walls of my abode that it's actually been over a year since I've created anything outside of words and/or music (if you've heard it you may also classify it as "noise" or "crap"). A couple of days after this realization I decided that I would paint something. I went and purchased a shload of paint and items to paint on along with implements to paint with.
Then I stopped worrying about it. Several other things came up (so to speak) that required immediate attention. But now. Now I have worried and thought and came to the conclusion of what I will paint.
I will paint "Pain". You know... the pain that makes you like death. the pain that makes you friends with depression. The pain that teaches you that no matter how far you've gone, there's always more to lose. That pain. The pain of realized and perceived loss that drives one to wonder what it's like to be happy until you find happiness again and realize that it's only there temporarily to reintroduce you to pain. I will depict my idea of pain in glorious colorful (well.... probably not too colorful) detail on my chosen canvases. Then perhaps if I feel really creative I'll run out and slap a homeless man and take his picture (but I digress... first must come the process).
I must go meditate over my guitar now while trying to look ominously spooky.
In other news I watched a movie called "Ghost World". It's really depressing and it kind of made my life make sense in a lot of uncomfortable ways. I'm going to burn you with cigarettes the next time I see you (excluding Otherguy... the bastard likes it too much).
Then I stopped worrying about it. Several other things came up (so to speak) that required immediate attention. But now. Now I have worried and thought and came to the conclusion of what I will paint.
I will paint "Pain". You know... the pain that makes you like death. the pain that makes you friends with depression. The pain that teaches you that no matter how far you've gone, there's always more to lose. That pain. The pain of realized and perceived loss that drives one to wonder what it's like to be happy until you find happiness again and realize that it's only there temporarily to reintroduce you to pain. I will depict my idea of pain in glorious colorful (well.... probably not too colorful) detail on my chosen canvases. Then perhaps if I feel really creative I'll run out and slap a homeless man and take his picture (but I digress... first must come the process).
I must go meditate over my guitar now while trying to look ominously spooky.
In other news I watched a movie called "Ghost World". It's really depressing and it kind of made my life make sense in a lot of uncomfortable ways. I'm going to burn you with cigarettes the next time I see you (excluding Otherguy... the bastard likes it too much).