march is coming, and I'm not ready for it. I am looking into a cardboard world and it is making me resent the concrete walls that I reside within.
As much as I am in love with this piece I need fresh eyes and I can't obtain that without leaving the house, but I can't leave the house because I need to finish.
I am creating a work that describes a convoluted world, hectic and chaotic on the inside, concrete and simple on the outside.
That's my life in this house.
Life and art kind of just came to a head and met in the middle.
also, art on a schedule, a fucked up schedule at that, bullshit.
let me do what I want, i can't stream my work on the same time line as people who are making pieces not even remotely similar to mine. Let us make art, I don't want to be a student anymore.
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