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Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Incomplete
Right now everything around me feels incomplete. My artwork, my day to day life, nearly everything.
My pieces have been feeling unfinished, and even though I try and make them feel finished I have no idea what is missing from them, that thing that will give me that satisfaction of finishing a piece. My pieces have been feeling like sketches. I have tried adding color, different sizes, different paper. Nothing has been seeming to work. Maybe it's lack of inspiration. I have the overwhelming urge to create art and draw but once I start thinking about what my mind goes blank or all my ideas are crap. I am not quite sure what is causing me to be uninspired, maybe its the weather, or simply a lack of change, or maybe the opposite. Either way I know that I just need to sit down with a pen and let my thoughts and feelings flow onto a piece of paper, weather this takes for as doodles or writing. I think it also might help if I got out of Marion for a bit, a change in scenery would be welcomed. I am starting to feel like a caged bird, and the more I feel this way the more I want to fight everything thats keeping me here and leave. I need to focus and just sit down and get my shit together (pardon my langue).
My pieces have been feeling unfinished, and even though I try and make them feel finished I have no idea what is missing from them, that thing that will give me that satisfaction of finishing a piece. My pieces have been feeling like sketches. I have tried adding color, different sizes, different paper. Nothing has been seeming to work. Maybe it's lack of inspiration. I have the overwhelming urge to create art and draw but once I start thinking about what my mind goes blank or all my ideas are crap. I am not quite sure what is causing me to be uninspired, maybe its the weather, or simply a lack of change, or maybe the opposite. Either way I know that I just need to sit down with a pen and let my thoughts and feelings flow onto a piece of paper, weather this takes for as doodles or writing. I think it also might help if I got out of Marion for a bit, a change in scenery would be welcomed. I am starting to feel like a caged bird, and the more I feel this way the more I want to fight everything thats keeping me here and leave. I need to focus and just sit down and get my shit together (pardon my langue).
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