Sometimes I get really awesome but super creepy ideas for my art and I feel like working on them till I get the sudden fear of “what if my mom sees this? ” then I’m too weirded out to do it.
Don’t you just hate it when you’re nearly done with a painting and you notice something is off. So you try to fix it and that doesn’t turn right so you try and adjust that. Then before you know it you’ve fucked the whole thing up and wasted a days worth of work. You can’t help looking back and thinking it wasn’t that off in the first place and you’ve done a terrible thing.
Going through the #paintedgirlart tags and I realize I say Dude a lot. Pretty much anytime I talk to anyone on here.
I’ve been thinking of what I want to say with my art, which has always been hard for me, and what I want to discovered via art. I think the subject I’ve been dancing around for a couple of years now is the loss of religion and death/infinity. I’m going to try and hone in on my feelings to make something of the turbulence; to try and make art that has voice.