Artist in Progress

A Little Forethought...

Every artist has a history. Well, everyone has a history but we tend to think, or at least I tend to think, that an artist has something going on within that head, that heart, that soul that makes him or her creative. Yes, I said "makes him or her creative". Because you rarely see or read or hear about an artist who expresses him or herself, no matter what outlet he or she chooses to use, just because he or she can. No. In movies and music and books and exhibits and so on, artists create because we have inner demons we need to deal with and only by expressing ourselves through our art can we do said dealing. Were we all happy with our pasts, presents and futures...well, I guess we wouldn't be artists. At least that's what I tend to think. How about you? Here are little bits about my past, present and future inner demons. Allow me to express.

Monday, August 2, 2010

The Demon Comes Out...

Today I am dealing with the worst demon of all...myself. Today I am a horrible monster of a person. How could I possibly create anything beautiful that anyone would want to see much less buy? If I had a paint brush right now I would cover the canvas in black and red. I would take a knife and rip it to shreds. I would set it on fire and burn it to the ground. Then I would bury it deep never to be found.

Sucks to be me.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Background

So hi. You're here and that's cool. Welcome. If you know me already and you're just here because you want to support me that's awesome but you already know most of what this is about today. For everyone else, this first post is just to explain the whole Artist in Progress thing. I've been drawing and painting and creating since I was very young. Did I have inner demons then? Yeah I think I did. They weren't anything like the monsters I battle now but I think seeing all of my cousins kiss my dead grandfather at the funeral home at age 5 could be considered a demon. I think seeing my first ghost when I was around the same could be thought of as something a little off too. I didn't have a picture perfect childhood. My dad moved up the corporate ladder very quickly. Every time he got a promotion, we moved. We moved around 11 times by the time I graduated high school - 5 states. I was always the new kid (another demon). Throughout my childhood up into my teens I would draw constantly and I wrote a shitload of poetry to cope with being new, being shy, being ugly. Books and books of each. Into my adulthood and up til now, I've always considered myself an artist. And that's what this blog will be about...what has brought me to this point and where I'll go from here. I look so sweet don't I? Don't let looks fool you.