Wednesday, March 1
Sometimes the thoughts in my head are far form what gets translated onto the paper. I'm not sure if I don't have the necessary training, skill, or what but it is very frustrating. I can see things in my mind but yet have no way to interpret them into a tangible sketch or object. I truly envy the artist that has found their place in the world. They have developed a body of work that is unmistakably theirs. Perhaps, because of that missing link, I am not yet an artist. I am still an explorer. My work tends to run the range of any and all mediums, colors, sizes, emotions. I have yet to find that style of art that is solely mine. Abbie's. The pieces that will define me long past my lifetime. Perhaps I will never find that rhythm that I'm looking for. I am a highly restless person and have a constant urge for change. I get bored and fizzle out in the things that I master. Once I can sell a particular type of work, or people start to show interest I change. Morph. But I'm not sure what I am changing into yet. Where does my path of paint, paper and crap lead me?
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