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jfc what am i playin' @? coming 2 a bonfire near u: the incinerator
Seriously? You're putting me off - again - for two more months?
Good God, doesn't it just drain you, though? Don't you ever just tire of staring absentmindedly at garish landscape paintings all day? Don't you ever want to jump up and just get absolutely lost into the wild wilderness of the night, knowing nothing about where you may go and never really wanting to know? You have to allow yourself a modicum of space to breath, Christ. All that pottering about the studio and delicately dabbing repetitive patterns into your paintings is beginning to constrict you and dampen your prospects on what's available for you in future, and knowing your relentless cynicism, you'll be assuring me that I'll be provided freedom within the next ... three months, maybe. Five if you're being an optimist. And frankly, I'm becoming wary of that bullshit, because to me it sounds like an endless laundry list of excuses to bask in your own bad habits and procrastination while I claw at the walls, ready to be completely unleashed.
So I say this, from artist to artist. Get your fucking act together, love. Because while it's easier to half-heartedly compartmentalize your goals mentally, it does jack shit for the infinite possibilities awaiting you. And everyone who truly needs the inspiration in their life is going to seek them out, regardless of the risks.
Good God, doesn't it just drain you, though? Don't you ever just tire of staring absentmindedly at garish landscape paintings all day? Don't you ever want to jump up and just get absolutely lost into the wild wilderness of the night, knowing nothing about where you may go and never really wanting to know? You have to allow yourself a modicum of space to breath, Christ. All that pottering about the studio and delicately dabbing repetitive patterns into your paintings is beginning to constrict you and dampen your prospects on what's available for you in future, and knowing your relentless cynicism, you'll be assuring me that I'll be provided freedom within the next ... three months, maybe. Five if you're being an optimist. And frankly, I'm becoming wary of that bullshit, because to me it sounds like an endless laundry list of excuses to bask in your own bad habits and procrastination while I claw at the walls, ready to be completely unleashed.
So I say this, from artist to artist. Get your fucking act together, love. Because while it's easier to half-heartedly compartmentalize your goals mentally, it does jack shit for the infinite possibilities awaiting you. And everyone who truly needs the inspiration in their life is going to seek them out, regardless of the risks.