In short:
I have no idea what the hell I want to do or where I want to go with my art. Things are going to be varied.
I'm painfully aware at this point how little skill I really have, in respect to how good I need to be. I don't even think I'm where I should be, at ninteen years old. (No amount of compliments changes this. I'm pretty much impervious to them, though I certainly appreciate those of you nice enough to leave them.)
I'm currently interested in metarealism, but haven't really acted upon that yet.
I have a lot of bad ass ideas. A hell of a lot. But I don't have the skill to put them down yet. This is very frustrating.
Yes, I swear a little, but on the rare occassion I use extreme language, it's probably time to head for the hills anyway.
Hm. What else? Oh yeah. That's right. Still tired. Bedtime, methinks. Later, folks.







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