Roscoe wears my scarf better than me ~__~
Saturday, November 23, 2013
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This is how I manifest absurdity into a drawing. Unfortunately, this was a means to procrastinate applying for grad schools. It hurts my head how awful I've been with being mindful with managing time, but if I'm making work while I procrastinate, I've talked myself into thinking I'm still being productive in one thing, even though I know I am highly disregarding the hierarchy of priority. In the end, I am left with a little bit of guilt and a little bit of satisfaction. My behavior is so ridiculously contradicting... I can concentrate for long periods of time, and be highly meticulous and fastidious with the most intensive tedium of processes, but stubbornly, it has to be on my own terms. It makes me selfish, unreliable, and downright dumb. I just want to make work, stay in my studio for all hours of the day, but the world requires so much more, and to get to the point, there's a lot that needs to get done.... Artists are required to do other things than make art to get to the place they want to be. In an ideal world, I can live just making art and nothing else, but *sigh* life is full of senseless activities. Everyday I imagine a life where people did what made them happy all the time. That would cut out a great extension of suffering and misery, but that's not the world we live in, and I am not in a dream. I can't fight it forever or else I'll stay inside too long. Must get back to thinking about doing what I'm suppose to do.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
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