I've had this blogspot for a while. It started with private writings, then moved on to become a make-shift website to display my artwork and now.. a WHILE later I re-did all the info and profile so that I can just plain blog. As of now.. no followers, 1 wimpy post, my non functioning brain (considering its 2am), and a tired face.
In hopes to sleep better the later I stay up, it always sounds like a good idea but something manages to wake me up early.
Friday. . . thanks for being a day I look forward to. End of the week, no worries of staying up late, no planning to do for work the next day, no cramming in stuff so I can attempt to get sleep..
But I must say that sometimes expectations are a pre-meditated disappointment. I had high expectations for yesterday (since its now saturday morning) and they were a bad thing to start the day off with. Overall.. the day was good and the night was fun (minus the hurdles), but I am glad that I am now in my home with no interruptions, the peaceful sound of old creeky house noise, and of course the fridge fan because it is ever so loud when everything is asleep.
About me.. since this is the first post in a while. ..
My job has been something I look forward to and one thing that I can constantly agree that it is good and I love it. You never really see the full potential of a dream until you live it and I am in the process of living that. As I know that it will continue to form and mold into more and more as I continue to be faithful in moving forward.
I also can say that art is something I hold close. The main thing I have been told is that my art is emotional. And yes, it is. I never set out with a blank canvas seeing the end result but something happens in between the emptiness to the creation and I am still figuring that out. I am extremely passionate about getting a message across through my work but beauty still lies in the beholder. There are times I can't put my paintbrush down and times when I don't even know it anymore. The ups and downs of life are sometimes too powerful to let them escape on a blank canvas ... sometimes time just needs to pass.
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