Lol so um.
I am stoked, I am psyched, I am positively bursting with energy and ideas and dreams and dammit, I love art so much. On Sunday, before NPD, I felt like I was going to throw up, and I just kind of wanted to leave and lose my place in line and run home. But their words, the good and the bad, have inspired me.
I want to do everything they told me to do, and I want to skip my English and math classes and sculpt and draw and paint and be happy. I'm not going to cut school, but I'm so glad that I know what I'm doing in life, and I have so much creative energy in me right now that I don't know what to do with it. You'd think sitting still and working quietly wouldn't take so much energy, but you'd be wrong. My enthusiasm has been rejuvenated, and I can't possibly imagine how I could go back to that strange little emo state I was in a few days ago.
Everyone is still better than me, but I'm ready to take on that challenge. If I could function without ever sleeping, I would spend every moment arting. If I could live undistracted by such mundane things as exhaustion and hunger and bodily needs, I would do everything imaginable.
I haven't been this excited in who knows when. I feel like I'm in some cheesy novel. I feel like I've finally found my muse, and she and I will work nonstop until I can release all this passion in the form of something I can share with the world. I feel dangerous, I feel disastrous, I feel driven, I feel alive, I feel great. I can't wait until next year, when I can finally start to learn - really, really learn - what it means to be an artist.
I'm going to finish my marionette, and his sad story will finally be told.
I'm going to build a town of floating windows, each opening onto a different world.
I'm going to make lonely gargoyles peering down on the streets that they can never join.
I'm going to wind a wire winter tree that dreams of a summer it can't see.
I'm going to show Mother Nature the sadness of her modern-day children, and watch her as she cries.
I'm going to capture the movements of the fast-walking city people in an attempt to slow them down.
I'm going to explore the hills and valleys of myself, and maybe I'll learn to love them.
I'm going to search forever for new inspirations, and this time I won't let myself stop me.
I'm going to learn how to be an artist.
My happy, let me show you it.
I want to do everything they told me to do, and I want to skip my English and math classes and sculpt and draw and paint and be happy. I'm not going to cut school, but I'm so glad that I know what I'm doing in life, and I have so much creative energy in me right now that I don't know what to do with it. You'd think sitting still and working quietly wouldn't take so much energy, but you'd be wrong. My enthusiasm has been rejuvenated, and I can't possibly imagine how I could go back to that strange little emo state I was in a few days ago.
Everyone is still better than me, but I'm ready to take on that challenge. If I could function without ever sleeping, I would spend every moment arting. If I could live undistracted by such mundane things as exhaustion and hunger and bodily needs, I would do everything imaginable.
I haven't been this excited in who knows when. I feel like I'm in some cheesy novel. I feel like I've finally found my muse, and she and I will work nonstop until I can release all this passion in the form of something I can share with the world. I feel dangerous, I feel disastrous, I feel driven, I feel alive, I feel great. I can't wait until next year, when I can finally start to learn - really, really learn - what it means to be an artist.
I'm going to finish my marionette, and his sad story will finally be told.
I'm going to build a town of floating windows, each opening onto a different world.
I'm going to make lonely gargoyles peering down on the streets that they can never join.
I'm going to wind a wire winter tree that dreams of a summer it can't see.
I'm going to show Mother Nature the sadness of her modern-day children, and watch her as she cries.
I'm going to capture the movements of the fast-walking city people in an attempt to slow them down.
I'm going to explore the hills and valleys of myself, and maybe I'll learn to love them.
I'm going to search forever for new inspirations, and this time I won't let myself stop me.
I'm going to learn how to be an artist.
My happy, let me show you it.