22 weeks.
I haven't posted in 22 weeks. Almost half a year.
A lot has changed since then. A lot more has stayed the same.
More and more, however, I'm finding myself reverting. Not in a bad way.
I'd hit a point where it seemed all creative output came to a standstill. I wasn't drawing, painting, or even THINKING of anything creative. I was just waking up every morning, going about my day, going to work, coming home, sleeping, waking up, etc.
I'm not content with that. And from discontent comes this urge to get back up and start doing what I love again.
Ideally I'd go to school and get a degree in fine or visual arts, get my ass in gear and MOVE.
But that's damned expensive!
So I'm just going to spend any free time arting. It's a good thing.
A scary thing though, when I popped open my sketch book and started drawing, it's like part of me had forgotten how. My technique, my skill, it's like it had degraded. THAT had me upset.
But after a couple hours of figure studies, getting everything moving again, I started to see a drastic improvement in my work. I guess it goes to show that like a muscle, when a skill is underutilized it weakens, and only recovers through heavy use. Though unlike a muscle, it doesn't take months so much as a couple days to get back to where I was, for the most part.
Still, scary shit, no?
Just hit me, it's been so long since I posted, will anyone even read this? I don't suppose it matters, if anything it's just another outlet for me, somewhere to spill my brain words so they are bouncing around in my head anymore.
If anyone still reads this though, lemme know. I know there's a couple friends I've fallen out of touch with whom I'd like to talk to again.
Oh, recent event: I bought a flat-screen TV. It's shiny. Part of me still wonders if it was a good idea, but for the most part I'm happy with myself on that one.
Until the next spilling of thought,
-Kenneth
EDIT: I need to add more color. The age of black and white has ended.
A lot has changed since then. A lot more has stayed the same.
More and more, however, I'm finding myself reverting. Not in a bad way.
I'd hit a point where it seemed all creative output came to a standstill. I wasn't drawing, painting, or even THINKING of anything creative. I was just waking up every morning, going about my day, going to work, coming home, sleeping, waking up, etc.
I'm not content with that. And from discontent comes this urge to get back up and start doing what I love again.
Ideally I'd go to school and get a degree in fine or visual arts, get my ass in gear and MOVE.
But that's damned expensive!
So I'm just going to spend any free time arting. It's a good thing.
A scary thing though, when I popped open my sketch book and started drawing, it's like part of me had forgotten how. My technique, my skill, it's like it had degraded. THAT had me upset.
But after a couple hours of figure studies, getting everything moving again, I started to see a drastic improvement in my work. I guess it goes to show that like a muscle, when a skill is underutilized it weakens, and only recovers through heavy use. Though unlike a muscle, it doesn't take months so much as a couple days to get back to where I was, for the most part.
Still, scary shit, no?
Just hit me, it's been so long since I posted, will anyone even read this? I don't suppose it matters, if anything it's just another outlet for me, somewhere to spill my brain words so they are bouncing around in my head anymore.
If anyone still reads this though, lemme know. I know there's a couple friends I've fallen out of touch with whom I'd like to talk to again.
Oh, recent event: I bought a flat-screen TV. It's shiny. Part of me still wonders if it was a good idea, but for the most part I'm happy with myself on that one.
Until the next spilling of thought,
-Kenneth
EDIT: I need to add more color. The age of black and white has ended.