One of the most overwhelming things in my life is looking around my apartment and realizing that I don’t have one bloody finished piece of art. Other than those I generated in college, and that’s only because they were virtually completed at gunpoint. And they look like it. Which is most likely why I don’t have one bloody finished piece of art in my apartment.
“Art is never finished, only abandoned.” – Leonardo da Vinci
(Not sure where this compulsion to prattle off quotes is coming from.)
“Real smarts come when you stop quoting other people.” – Chuck Palahniuk
I don’t know if this is the bane of artists everywhere, but I find that I am much more productive when I am in a state of stress, worry or angst. When I am sublimely happy and perpetually elated I don’t feel the least bit creative. I’m assuming it’s because I’m feeling more sociable and don’t spend a lot of time at home in order to pursue such endeavors, but it is entirely frustrating. I suppose it’s a testament to the quality of my life, that there are so many incomplete works in my home. If they were finished, it might suggest a miserable and depressive nature which is definitely not a good prize.
I’m not miserable and depressed at the moment, I just have a lot of flux in my life, and whereas I don’t find it upsetting, it does cause a bit of tension, as that has been somewhat of a leitmotif in my life. It used to be *much* worse, any slight change in my life would be cause for a Chernobyl-esque reaction. But I have become far more adaptable in my old age.
Ha! “Old”. Egads.
Bloody hell, am I actually writing a reflective blog? I’d best watch out for that fissure in the space-time continuum that’s going to engulf the world and negate all existence. That might piss some people off. Especially considering the fact that December 2012 is a good ways off and they might feel slighted if I denied them a year and a half of shenanigans and taxes.
Voulez-voulez-vous “All the effort in the world won’t matter if you’re not inspired.” – Chuck Palahniuk
Niff.Dot 