make art

lately I’ve been inspired by colors and birds.
the reoccuring theme in my life is Freedom.

is there any better word than Freedom?
Freedom is perfect,
it’s my happiness, my comfort, my everything, my life.

I seek Freedom
freedom from the pain in life
Freedom is an escape from a reality

freedom is me flying away in 700 days.

this is why I live
why I go to work
why I put $136 in the bank rather than buying something.

freedom <3 is my hope.

((pic is my original art inspired by a photograph of a (sterna hirundo)—photo of original bird by David G Hemings.))

i look back at the first entry of this goal and its been 2 years…hahaha it has made me realize how much i’ve changed.
and as far as art goes i’ve been making short films, studying films and appreciating art galleries with a wonderful art mentor. im just so happy right now. film completes me.

Well, I’ve been looking forward to making origami and graffiti-type lettering. I bought some insane markers today and some heavy-weight paper. I thought a little about what I should draw but somehow it went from grass to soccer ball in grass to bugs in grass and then, tah-dah…The moral of my art is that soccer kills bugs so you should play indoors :) haha I’m jk…this is what I do after the kids I babysit go to bed, way too much free time on hands

Art was my expression, my happy, my zone out, focus in, love.
Its been months since I have done any painting or drawing. A friend of mine showed my old work to a gallery in Chelsea and they asked for a portfolio and pieces for auction. This is exciting but not my goal.

I will do art for me. For health, a deep breath, and for a smile.

It’s time to find a graphite pencil and see what I still have.

A day or two prior I had been thinking of different ideas of what I would like to draw. Inspiration is fleeting lately and very difficult to harness and concentrate. However, while shopping the day after Christmas in North Carolina <3 I had a spare moment where I went to the car, blasted Camila for an hour and just sketched. My heart was in it and I love the outcome which I polished briefly today. Horray me. I love art. Such an anti-depressant.

i attempted my first serious try at sculpting in a very long time. and it looked like a five year olds work. i need to practice more. and maybe branch out to other mediums to see what suits me.

First I had to figure out why this is important to me.

I like to do it. I feel obligated to use my talents. I want to express myself and share that expression with other people. I want to make a living at it.

I think that last point is really undermining all the others. It causes me to think too much about the end result..what does it say? Does it look too amaturish? Will people like it? That’s actually pretty stressful.

This all has the affect of taking the joy out of the act of creation and inhibitting pure self-expression. Kind of…takes the soul out of it.

I am right in the middle of a painting but from here on in, I am focusing on enjoying the doing of it, instead of what it will look like when it’s done.

I have the materials.
I have the time.
I have the space.
What is holding me back?

Half-finished canvasses literally litter my room.

I want to finish something that I can hang up.

There’s a rather bland bit of commercial art I bought from Urban Outfitters that’s just begging to be worked on. I think I’ll paint a tree on it.

That’s it! I’ll paint a tree on the canvas then rehang it, thus fulfilling this goal.

because I could make presents instead of buying them. However, I’m afraid I won’t have much time for that with a young boy, a thesis to write, a job, my mom being sick… I’ve been tired and uninspired.