Yesterday i met this guy, he's an artist...paintings and stuff am not sure, he does stuff on comps, not like graphic design (altho' that's cool too) but like videos, photos, animations...cool beans!!
And he graduated from uni with a degree in FINE ART!!! Asin COOL BEANS, when i grow up... :)
Enyhoo, we talked; going on and on about paper, colours, paint, pencils.. you know? that stuff. And i felt like an artist again, cause was just rumbling on and on.. This dude understood why i would salivate over a packet of CRAYOLA colours. Spoke of poetry and music (this got me missing my 'fro, although that is a bit pretencious of me)
I wanted to paint, etch, colour, write... i wanted to draw.
...but i haven't drawn or written this whole year. Have a metre or two of CANVAS, untouched. Don't support deforestation anymore-keeping this book of poetry and that book of poetry.
i cannot call myself an artist anymore, but i know i should be one.. Lakini saying 'Hi! Am -- and am an Artist' sounds so..lack of a better nini..high and mighty, or is it self-righteous..you know what i mean-sitting on that ever so high horse; And i think an artist, when it comes to there work, should exercise loads of humility-leaves room for impovement.
its weird like i've compartmentalized (is that a word?) myself. Like there is this version of me, but also that version of me.. not saying am a skitso... or change to that me or this me based on circumstances.. Just saying...urrm.. what was i saying?
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