good thing no one reads this any longer, I will call it my secret place again. It surprised me that someone would find this but then it never did bother me if someone read what I wrote or not, or even if they agreed or understood where I was going, I was..am arrogant like that.
I have often used this blog more as a sounding board for an emotional over the top artist then a place to read about art. I don't recall that I talked that much about art but more about people...maybe more about ME than anything else.
Yesterday I had a complete melt down.....I sat for hours trying to figure out
WHO ARE YOU......I call myself an artist but am I?
I closed the gallery down, it was an emotional ride, and yes I miss it. I haven't painted in over a year. I don't do much art for me but a lot of stuff, bitty stuff, for oh I don't know who or even why....and it isn't even good stuff.
I feel a lack of drive....and nearly a lack of emotion, until something or someone makes me crazy mad....and then all hell breaks loose for no reason. I do a lot of talking but I notice no one really listens, which makes me do even more talking. I am truly crazy like that...but today...today....I am tired.
I think I have been tired for a long time and just really got in touch with it today.
