The title pretty much speaks for itself.
I'm plagued by memories of the past, and not necessarily good memories either. Sometimes I want to take a mental shower and clean out my mind. I'm not exactly certain how I can do that.
I want to remember the good days more than the bad days. The good experiences more than the bad. But then again, who doesnt? It definitely is true that we learn best from our mistakes. Partially because we never forget them! Nor do we forget the mistakes of others. It's true that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, as cliche as that is.
I've just been plagued by bad memories recently. Maybe because it's getting close to the anniversary of my sister's death. Who knows? All I know is I pray my head clears up because it's leaving me muddled. I don't like feeling depressed and weighed down. I should go swimming. But it's too hot. I'll just take a bath.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Art is an Addiction?
It's final. I now believe being an Art is an addiction. You're never satisfied! You never have enough paint. You never have enough paper, canvas, or other general supplies. You're always throwing money into buying supplies that you think you need. At least I am!
I decided to clean my room earlier today after my first post in a while. I've now come to the conclusion that when I clean my room and organize my supplies, it's like I'm washing off my old plastic palettes and rinsing out my brushes. I can't paint with a dirty palette or mucky brushes! Nor can I create anything with a dirty room. The thing is, the second everything is clean I want to paint or draw and my room is a mess again! Wow, Ash, chill it with the exclamation marks. Anyway, I'm still in the middle of cleaning my room at 10:00 at night. Then I decided I was going to post another blog. (It's addicting too, I might add, when I have something to write about.)
I need to stop rambling. To the point, Ash!
While in the midst of cleaning, after I can actually see my floor, I pull out all my supplies and begin organizing them. My ArtBin hasn't been touched in months. I tossed all the stuff on my previously clean floor and realized I have a lot of stuff I havent used in forever. I found a bunch of forgotten and half used acrylics, a handful of white erasers, 3 pencil sharpeners, gluesticks, and an old bottle of dried up rubber cement. I also majority of my "lost" brushes. Out of curiosity and blossoming half-enthusiastic Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I counted all my paintbrushes. Turns out just in my ArtBin alone I had 43 paint brushes I use for watercolor and acrylic. If that wasn't enough I went on a hunt, temporarily distracted from cleaning, and found 6 more watercolor brushes tossed in with my WC paints. Then I found my oil brush case and found 15 more brushes! I counted 64 brushes total. That's the ones I at least KNOW about. And I told myself...and still do...that I need more brushes. And I don't even use half of those. I guess because of the sizes, styles, shapes, and bristles. I don't use certain brushes.
Out of the goodness of my sisterly heart I gave my 13 year old sister a handful of the older ones I don't use anymore and that have a few years on them.
It's insane. I can't count how many art pieces I have floating around. I need to get rid of some of them. I'm running out of room!
--A.R.M
I decided to clean my room earlier today after my first post in a while. I've now come to the conclusion that when I clean my room and organize my supplies, it's like I'm washing off my old plastic palettes and rinsing out my brushes. I can't paint with a dirty palette or mucky brushes! Nor can I create anything with a dirty room. The thing is, the second everything is clean I want to paint or draw and my room is a mess again! Wow, Ash, chill it with the exclamation marks. Anyway, I'm still in the middle of cleaning my room at 10:00 at night. Then I decided I was going to post another blog. (It's addicting too, I might add, when I have something to write about.)
I need to stop rambling. To the point, Ash!
While in the midst of cleaning, after I can actually see my floor, I pull out all my supplies and begin organizing them. My ArtBin hasn't been touched in months. I tossed all the stuff on my previously clean floor and realized I have a lot of stuff I havent used in forever. I found a bunch of forgotten and half used acrylics, a handful of white erasers, 3 pencil sharpeners, gluesticks, and an old bottle of dried up rubber cement. I also majority of my "lost" brushes. Out of curiosity and blossoming half-enthusiastic Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I counted all my paintbrushes. Turns out just in my ArtBin alone I had 43 paint brushes I use for watercolor and acrylic. If that wasn't enough I went on a hunt, temporarily distracted from cleaning, and found 6 more watercolor brushes tossed in with my WC paints. Then I found my oil brush case and found 15 more brushes! I counted 64 brushes total. That's the ones I at least KNOW about. And I told myself...and still do...that I need more brushes. And I don't even use half of those. I guess because of the sizes, styles, shapes, and bristles. I don't use certain brushes.
Out of the goodness of my sisterly heart I gave my 13 year old sister a handful of the older ones I don't use anymore and that have a few years on them.
It's insane. I can't count how many art pieces I have floating around. I need to get rid of some of them. I'm running out of room!
--A.R.M
It's Been a While
I don't know if anyone has read my blog, but a couple of years have passed and a LOT has changed since my last post. I am now 19 years old and engaged. I'm studying Art at Pearl River Community College. It's not a place to brag about, but I thoroughly enjoy my studies.
I will be graduating in May of 2011 and shortly after I hope and pray to be married. The path ahead of me is dark and I can't quite see where I am going. I can only pray that it will be revealed to me when the time is right.
I'm on my first summer break since I left high school. I've been going to college for 2 straight years with no break. I worked and took a class last summer but I felt like I didn't get the full effect, so I'll be re-taking the class in the Fall. It was a waste of my time but we all learn from our mistakes.
Lately I've had difficulty tuning into my creativity. I feel very creative, as in I want to paint or draw, but I'm having a tough time finding subjects to paint and draw. I'm more of a surrealist. I love conceptual art. Art with more meaning than anyone can imagine. My style has definitely progressed and I've grown as an artist. This fallow period has me frustrated. I want to paint, but I lack inspiration. I lack a message to relay. I've been sick recently, so that could have a lot to do with it.
--A.R.M
I will be graduating in May of 2011 and shortly after I hope and pray to be married. The path ahead of me is dark and I can't quite see where I am going. I can only pray that it will be revealed to me when the time is right.
I'm on my first summer break since I left high school. I've been going to college for 2 straight years with no break. I worked and took a class last summer but I felt like I didn't get the full effect, so I'll be re-taking the class in the Fall. It was a waste of my time but we all learn from our mistakes.
Lately I've had difficulty tuning into my creativity. I feel very creative, as in I want to paint or draw, but I'm having a tough time finding subjects to paint and draw. I'm more of a surrealist. I love conceptual art. Art with more meaning than anyone can imagine. My style has definitely progressed and I've grown as an artist. This fallow period has me frustrated. I want to paint, but I lack inspiration. I lack a message to relay. I've been sick recently, so that could have a lot to do with it.
--A.R.M
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