duh
I'm admiring art by unassuming kids who do it because they have a passion and the tools. I have the tools... where's the passion? I feel it now as a reaction to humble and courageous art. I want to contribute, to try my hand. I've stopped myself in the past because I haven't been as good as I want to be. There's no use in describing how ridiculous that is; it's hardly even ironic, just stupid. So no BS. I'm going to go balls out and start drawing and painting. There's going to be a lot of crap, and some stuff that lives on. I think a good way to start is themes. There are a few elements that have been making laps through my mind: trees in wind, tricycles, and slumped-yet-not-lifeless figures. No more wondering if these images are perfect. They will lead to something else. THE JOURNEY BEGINS!