Artists have always fascinated me. Captured my mind, and my imagination. I love watching people write, draw, and paint. I love looking at the finished project. Self-expression is something I crave, but during the creative process, every artist, or aspiring artist, encounters these feelings of doubt, desolation, and failure. I used to "quit painting" whenever I ran into them. These feelings haunt me, almost as if lingering around every corner. But 3 days after I vowed never to paint again, I crave the feel of a paintbrush in my hand, spreading the creamy, silky pigment across the canvas. I can never stay away. It's like an addiction. One of my several.

I love it. I love it all. Life.

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Music: Anthony Stewart Head - Last Time

I just feel like curling up into a little ball and sleeping forever....

Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: Ramons - Wanna Be Sedated

Dakota died this weekend...over my birthday too...weird...she lived to see my 18th, and then she was gone.

I realize she was just a dog, but damn, I adored her.

Current Mood: crazy