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.
I really dislike job hunting. :sigh: I need a job and money.
I feel like I’ve been unpacking forever. It’s amazing how much stuff we accumulate in our lives. Sometimes I just want to throw everything but the bare minimum away, however I know I’d be sad about it later. I like my stuff and collections.
Why is it that no matter where I am I feel unsettled and always long for where I’ve been? Why can’t I just enjoy my current space and time?