Trying to function through dysfunction
It feels like there are a million things I could be doing at every possible minute, I sit staring at the bright screen in front of me. my fucked up scribbles that I dare to call art stare back at me. Bright computers shine from either side, an isle of talent and skill. Two artists on either side , seeing their work is as easy as seeing the sky. I look at their masterpieces. fine detailed lines, well thought out shading, blended colors..I want to shrink inside myself. It's the same for every other art class. Painting, printmaking,Sculpture. But I like art, I shouldn't complain, I should be having fun. Yet I'm not.
Due dates stack up like the dishes on my neglected kitchen sink bench. But just as the chaos entrenched through each room, everything seems to morph into one being.One shapeless void. Where nothing can be distinguished. My thoughts follow an unmarked trail.Zigzagging between each tree. The forest is dark and cold, more dishes stack up, more mess through each room so thick you could barely move. Falling behind constantly. Somehow I find the strength to put on my shoes and walk out the door each day.
This how my brain has been working I know this post doesn't make much sense. However I don't care, this is my stupid blog [: