These days go by
This is so strnage, oh so strange. I lately been feeling so uplifted and free and it feels rather nice. I talked to this girl online who admired my art and we related and talked about our pasts. I don't know why but thinking back actually makes me wonder how I could have been that way. Its been over 5 years since I really changed and developed. Maybe just thinking about it gave me more hope about my future. If things can get better with time and effort than maybe things will get better in even 10 years. Sure the world around us is chaotic and people are destroying the earth we live on by pollution and violence, but there are lovely things to admire here. Maybe I never really stopped to notice as much.
Even the way I have drawn in time has changed. Looking at my old art, it's funny all the emotions I can remember where flowing through my head. Such sadness and pain even rage. Now I feel more calm and free. Even my emotions let go for once to just let things pass by if they must. Time is a wonderous thing. How most humans wish they had control of it. Would time really help anything? Sometimes I do wonder if we all had a chance to take time by the hand and control it for one day would our lives really be much different? Forgive me, I'm on one of those admiring the world/figuring out myself deals. I want it to rain tonight so I can lay on the grass outside. I used to do that with my sister sometimes espcially with heat lightning and watch it light up in the sky. I seem to remember a lot about nature when it comes to memories. Those things that maybe we never take notice I think enhance the way you think about a situation.
The unknown. It's another thing I tend to think of a lot. Things we as humans will never know, we have to trust on facts and instinct to understand it. It's so risky and vauge that it's hard to even want to believe it. The ideas people come up with and theories always made me want to find my own idea. My art is my outlet to find my own ideas. To create and think of something no one else has is my goal with my pieces. I want to explore more, reach out deep inside myself to find it. That's what I think my meaning is.
Even the way I have drawn in time has changed. Looking at my old art, it's funny all the emotions I can remember where flowing through my head. Such sadness and pain even rage. Now I feel more calm and free. Even my emotions let go for once to just let things pass by if they must. Time is a wonderous thing. How most humans wish they had control of it. Would time really help anything? Sometimes I do wonder if we all had a chance to take time by the hand and control it for one day would our lives really be much different? Forgive me, I'm on one of those admiring the world/figuring out myself deals. I want it to rain tonight so I can lay on the grass outside. I used to do that with my sister sometimes espcially with heat lightning and watch it light up in the sky. I seem to remember a lot about nature when it comes to memories. Those things that maybe we never take notice I think enhance the way you think about a situation.
The unknown. It's another thing I tend to think of a lot. Things we as humans will never know, we have to trust on facts and instinct to understand it. It's so risky and vauge that it's hard to even want to believe it. The ideas people come up with and theories always made me want to find my own idea. My art is my outlet to find my own ideas. To create and think of something no one else has is my goal with my pieces. I want to explore more, reach out deep inside myself to find it. That's what I think my meaning is.