I admitt, I am pretty bad at these blog things. I just kinda sit down and type, and what ever comes out comes out. Of course then I look like a rambling idiot...but that's just life I guess.
So basically, as I have said before; my life is art. And lately, that is all that I've been doing. When I'm not at work, an art based job, I'm home, working on art. Its gotten to the point where I have barily been leaving my house for any unimportant purpose, save for a few times. I mean, I leave to go to work, to go to the store, ect, but I'm starting to live more like a shut-in everyday.
In some regards, living kinda like a hermit isnt so bad...with no one else in the house, at least no one is here to piss me off. Except myself.
But its getting to the point where I am almost driving myself mad trying to do this stuff. I am trying desperatly to get a bunch of pieces finished to submitt to a local gallery in hopes to get a show there. But if I start to feel burnt out, and I try to do something else, an idea hits me and I'm back at it. Hense all the partial projects I have laying around.
And I can't help but wonder, is this what I really want to do? Or am I just going madder?
I guess this feelings are all kinda brought up by the fact that I will be celebrating my 25th birthday soon (probably alone again...big celebration I know...), and it brings to mind all the things that I had wanted to acheive before this age. And very few of them did I actually accomplish.
Life isn't all bad, just some of it. I mean I had a great ride on my motorcycle earlier, and that to me is one of the most fun things I can do.
I'm sure now, to anyone reading this, I must look like a rambling, depressed, possibly insane person. Dont worry though, I assure you this is not the case. i have been in a pretty damn good mood lately. The artist mojo is churning, I'm slowly getting more recognition online for my art, and of course the most important thing; bills are still getting paid with money left over. (Hey, thats a big victory in my book for anyone)
Well if you read this, thanks for listening to the wacko with a paintbrush in his mouth. I'm not sure how much of it all made sense...it's late, I'm tired, and I don't feel like reading back through it all. I'm starting to feel like my paint "Braindeadness". (I uploaded it here earlier...its the one of "The Thinker" with a hole in his head)
Thanks again
Dylan
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