Jesus! HAHA what a way to start. Well the good news is, I'm starting work on thursday! which is a good thing right? It's kinda... hmm scary though, all of life's pressure begins here. fucking car, fucking apartment, fucking bills, sometimes i feel that being in the army is so much easier and carefree, but hey! i won't give it that much credit.
[stretches his legs]
i got that from World War Z, great read! I found tonight a great time to rant to the cybernet, which i do not know why, i don't usually do shit like this. But hey, it kinda helps with the stress relieving shit.
[stretches his legs again]
Today, i will talk about Art. My Art. I don't know how far i've gotten right now, but it sure ain't enough. Tell you something fucking honest, well IMO at least. Art, your art or my art, is all about showing off. You don't generate pieces to make you feel full of yourself. It's those who understand what you did and come tell you about it that makes you or rather me feel "full of myself". Not that i'm looking for praises. maybe one, or two, or three. But it's also why it's so fun. I think the most appreciative compliment from someone about my art wouldn't be "Hey it's AWESOME!" no fuck that, not that i get that anyway. I think it's incredibly rewarding when someone can relate what i've done to him/herself. Makes art relevant. I kinda feel that's how a stroke of paint on a piece of canvas can sell up to 10k. Sometimes even i am impressed by that.
[stretches his legs yet again]
Well, my journey started in Imaginary Friends Studios, which sadly im not with them anymore. But they gave me a boost. Somewhere that i could take off from. I think important lessons were learned from that place. They showed me the door, but i have to walk through it myself, as the saying goes. Thanks, i'm truly grateful.
Life goes on, and i don't look back.
[flips open World War Z]
Goodnight my fellow earthlings.
