Thursday, 30 October 2014


Apparently I still want to talk about art.... go figure.

Sometimes I just can't seem to .... do artsy things.

For example, just a minute ago, I opened up my photo software program thing, scrolled along to a photo of a nice fellow I met at Burning Man and... shut the program down.  I didn't want to crop the photo or edit it in any way.  I didn't even want to look at it anymore.

Same thing happens sometimes when I know I need a post to be written, but I open up Blogger and... just don't want to write.

I suppose if I'm honest, it's a similar feeling to when I don't go to the gym or don't go get groceries, but it feels more upsetting somehow.  Like I should want to or just be able to draw or edit photos or write....stuff.

(Or go sweat at the gym, or tidy my kitchen, etc, etc., I suppose...

I also have found that a lot of times my brain wants to write when it's time for bed.  Or I'm already in bed sometimes.  And I've had some early nights that turn into one AM because I've gotten up to write just that one thing and all of a sudden it's late.  Because they all seem to take time.

A quick sketch doesn't sure, but actually writing something?  Takes a LOOOOONG time...

So... yeah, I guess I just noticed that oddness I get sometimes that it sort of like my own self stopping my own self from doing anything.  And it's not a fun feeling.


Jason Langlois said...

Art is a harsh mistress. Or master. Or something like that.

Victoria said...

Mastress? ;)

Jason Langlois said...

Ah, I like that. And I like your writing.

Victoria said...