It's been awhile since I've posted anything genuinely art-related.
So I paint, you know. I ruin jeans and decent long-sleeved shirts in the process, and actually enjoy the 80s-esque splashes of white and blue on my arms and toes.
Sometimes I travel to far off places... like, Dallas... to paint in front of people and pretend I know what I'm doing when they say "I like how you integrated the color of the sky into the reflection on the moon," when in actuality I want to say, "Oh, no. I just forgot to clean my brush."
(Shh.. that will be our little secret.)
I like words. It's probably because I'm also a writer, so my art feels incomplete without the art of words as well.
The truth is, I need to be creative. I can't explain it. I need to be making something, imagining, dreaming, making messes, ruining perfectly good items of clothing. I don't always understand why or for what end, but being creative is something I don't ever get to choose. It's just a part of who I am. I'm not the most innovative, imaginative person, but I am pretty comfortable with my own paint-stained, music-riddled, word-fixated soul.
What makes you feel comfortable in your own skin? Can you answer that? If not, get to it! Time's a'wastin!