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I wrote this huge entry - all poetic about how I feel about life right now - and then I realized that it is not at all what I want to say. Instead I will write something different - also about art and life. And I have been pondering posting it since having this conversation with someone this weekend and they encouraged me to do so.
There are two things that I really love about drawing: the release it gives me and the permanency.
Art is a release. I can sit and just put all my emotions on paper. There is no judgement there - just true raw emotions and reality. There I sit and I watch my thoughts pour from the end of a pen or a pencil.
Art is permanent. You can draw with a pencil and then erase it, but you can never one hundred percent get rid of the evidence of those pencil marks. The marks are permanent. You can cover them with other things, but the evidence is still there - you just have to look close. Eventually all the miss-placed marks, and the ones that you intend to be there, meld into one permanent work of art.
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Why do I fight the people I respect the most? (I’ve always done it and don’t know why.)
Why do I feel I have to fight? (Even more important.)
Is it that… no I’m going to leave that question unasked for now because I am so busy asking it to myself and I need to take it to God, not man.
And how the crap did I end up owing the library over eighty dollars? (At least that one is easy - I checked the books out while in college and never returned them. At least I can get sixty bucks back if I find them and bring them back within the year…)
