January 2011
32 posts
Art and pain
I just answered a question about songs that break you down and now I want to delete my answer. Immediately after pressing send I remembered a host of other sad songs that I would say move me to tears. I answered Shivaree’s I will go quietly and then instantly thought of You were mine by the Dixie Chicks. Then Kelis’ Get along with you, Mariah Carey’s Petals…
Then I had to...
The moment you realize you aren't playing dress...
My mom just called be to wish me happy 24th and I broke down into tears. Drexel’s “ha, you’ll be the ole bitch in the club in a few hours” didn’t fucking help either. It just occured to me: this. is. real. You are an adult.
I am freaking out. Twenty-four looked alot better in my imagination than it does now. I don’t know where I am going. I don’t know...
I miss writing with everything i am. About to take this stupid “how-to” assignment just to write again.
Waiting for the day I can just look forward to an entire day of that…
Being an artist is...
christophererick:
Finding ways in which you could have done something better before the ink is even fucking dry.
It would make sense to enjoy the fruits of your labor, but sometimes for a creator, the labor IS the fruit…
Decisions, decisions
I’ve been contemplating the fate of this blog for a while now. Having no followers obviously sucks but only tweeting my jewelry isn’t really what I want to do here either. I think I’m just going to post whatever strikes my fancy.
Whatever I find beautiful.
The things I make, women, hairstyles, outfits, accessories, men, nature, sayings. Cuz I mean why not?
If noone is paying...