Sunday, June 21, 2015

Thoughts in the middle of the night

The felling fan is humbling above me. It reminds me of the 90's. The "wish" sound it makes takes me to me teen years. Thinking overly deeply at the time of how old I would be when I died. I was a bit bleak back then. Unlike my twenties where I was sarcastically dark. Now I'm more so just sarcastic. I learned to leave my darkness in corners of my art. In themes and textures. The easiest way to get out of a shot mood for me is to become one with a deep huge texture.