for a while i had been having the problem of connecting my life and my artwork. i would also get frustrated if i couldn't fully transfer what was in my head onto the canvas. so i simplified the images in my head and now i'm trying to focus more on the message and just accept how it comes out of me.
i've noticed that my favorite pieces are the ones that took me less than a couple hours to paint. maybe i was in my zone... maybe i was less critical and just let it happen... i don't know.
my art is my mind, my heart, my soul;
every feeling as a color. every piece of hope as a swoosh.
all the anguish stuck in my paintbrush.
my loves spread across a page.
i am on my journey
"the only ones for me are the mad ones. the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved; desirous of everything at the same time. the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like the fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."
kerouac
"my head feels weak and suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity, as i hide behind these books i read, while scribbling my poetry.
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve. and I am never real; it is just a sketch of me."
bright eyes
"too many guys think i’m a concept, or i complete them, or i’m gonna make them alive. but i’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own piece of mind; don’t assign me yours."
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
is never on.
"the first step - especially for young people with energy and drive and talent, but not money - the first step to controlling your world is to control your culture. to model and demonstrate the kind of world you demand to live in.
to write the books.
make the music.
shoot the film.
paint the art."
chuck palahniuk
"but you see... i have, let's say, 60 years to live. most of that time will be spent working. i've chosen the work I want to do. if i find no joy in it, then I'm only condemning myself to 60 years of torture. and I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. but the best is a matter of standards- and I set my own standards. i inherit nothing. i stand at the end of no tradition. i may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one."
howard roark in the fountainhead by ayn rand