This was a very anti-climactic first journal entry in ages, I really wanted to write one, too, I wanted it to be deep and epic and yet all I can think about is drunk hermitage..
I just dont feel like an artist lately...I wish that I were in Chicago, liveing with other artists, going to the art school of my dreams, haveing my responsibilities to be simply to be an artist and get myself through school. I know that I'm just just supposed to "make time" but when and how?
At least now I am sketching more, at least I am creating something. The problem with art is that working on it is relaxing and finishing it is exhilirating, but starting it, though exciting, is hard, it requires planning at least to some degree and everytime I start with some new concept I run into some kind of road block, my resources are thinning, I need a live model just at my disposal for one...many live models..
But rather than letting this lead to a complete dry spell, I'm just going to sketch untill an idea for some epic peice comes to mind, becuase I draw, therefore I am...when I am not creatieing, I am not liveing as an artist, when I am not an artist, I'm miserable.







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