Sometimes I wonder how I can go for so long without expression. If this is what I want, then why do I let time creep away from me when I could be using it to better my art? Even if I start with just a doodle or a drip of paint, why don't I do this everyday? Do I love this as much as I think I do? Can I live without Art in my life? Art doesn't just "happen" on its own, it has to be created and to create it, you have to have the drive. So now that I ask myself these questions, I take a mental step away from my work, and in the words of my professor I say "I LOVE THIS SHIT!" That's why I do it, that's why I need it and that's why I refuse to live without it. So now when I find time trying to creep by me...I'm going to grab it by the neck, tape it to a chair, break out the supplies and dive into doing something that makes me happy.
Listening to: Decode (Acoustic Version) - Paramore