what to do...
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Today I am feeling slightly funny. No not 'Haha' funny, a little more like 'wtf do i do now' funny. I will attempt to delve into the deep dark recesses of my soul to divine the source of my angst... haha ya right, deep and dark? more like wading pool shallow and slightly moody.
Called up the hunter last night for a bit of a gab... its cool cuz when i call him up its like I can pretend im just on the other side of the city and we have both just been busy so theres been no lurve. Course thats not the way it is and i could use his help. He gave me a verbal bitch slapping in probably the most constructive way I've ever had one. Its also slightly unnerving cuz he sees the excuses i make for myself, puts em on stage and throws rotten fruit and cabbages at em.
Somehow he sees something good in my art that i really have a difficult time seeing. I need some pajglasses. He mentioned 'impotent modernism'. I really like that... and i suppose i have played with that idea but never thought about it that way... it just was that way... it wasnt a concept i was aiming to portray but was portrayed anyway. so does that make me an 'impotent modern artist'?... it sorta does fit. Im not sure if i am ashamed to say that or slightly proud in a dirty way. ya your right.. the dirty way.
But what to do with it? i really dont want to go down the 'massive limp phallus'' of doom pictures thing which i probably would given half the chance and then get bored of it and move onto something worse like sacrifices to furniture gods.
If this is a recurring theme in my work then i dont want to milk it dry *snort! thats funny cuz of the importent thing* as will most definately just move on and feel lost again.
At the moment i'm more or less crapping words onto the screen and trying to pick out the peanuts. Theres a lot of verbage here but i think i can see something worth a few more thoughts out of all this.
Of course this shit will kill paj... i can here his voice now and i wish i could smack him.
'*intones whiney voice* but its so hard... and im so lazy... i just wanna play my pooter and wank instead of working on shit for a change'
grrr. i hate it when hes right. bastard.
So once again it comes down to that decision i fantasize about but am too cowardly to really grab hold of. actually commit to making art.
Ill think about it.
m
Today I am feeling slightly funny. No not 'Haha' funny, a little more like 'wtf do i do now' funny. I will attempt to delve into the deep dark recesses of my soul to divine the source of my angst... haha ya right, deep and dark? more like wading pool shallow and slightly moody.
Called up the hunter last night for a bit of a gab... its cool cuz when i call him up its like I can pretend im just on the other side of the city and we have both just been busy so theres been no lurve. Course thats not the way it is and i could use his help. He gave me a verbal bitch slapping in probably the most constructive way I've ever had one. Its also slightly unnerving cuz he sees the excuses i make for myself, puts em on stage and throws rotten fruit and cabbages at em.
Somehow he sees something good in my art that i really have a difficult time seeing. I need some pajglasses. He mentioned 'impotent modernism'. I really like that... and i suppose i have played with that idea but never thought about it that way... it just was that way... it wasnt a concept i was aiming to portray but was portrayed anyway. so does that make me an 'impotent modern artist'?... it sorta does fit. Im not sure if i am ashamed to say that or slightly proud in a dirty way. ya your right.. the dirty way.
But what to do with it? i really dont want to go down the 'massive limp phallus'' of doom pictures thing which i probably would given half the chance and then get bored of it and move onto something worse like sacrifices to furniture gods.
If this is a recurring theme in my work then i dont want to milk it dry *snort! thats funny cuz of the importent thing* as will most definately just move on and feel lost again.
At the moment i'm more or less crapping words onto the screen and trying to pick out the peanuts. Theres a lot of verbage here but i think i can see something worth a few more thoughts out of all this.
Of course this shit will kill paj... i can here his voice now and i wish i could smack him.
'*intones whiney voice* but its so hard... and im so lazy... i just wanna play my pooter and wank instead of working on shit for a change'
grrr. i hate it when hes right. bastard.
So once again it comes down to that decision i fantasize about but am too cowardly to really grab hold of. actually commit to making art.
Ill think about it.
m
posted by Marcus Dunning at 9:36 am
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