i forgot how i did that, and i'm supposed to be the memory
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Let's say that every day, every morning, millions of people, on cue, take the whole stupid [world] apart, all the cities and towns, with hammers and saws and rocks and bulldozers and tanks- whatever. Shake the Etch-A-Sketch.
home is where the heart is?
MAN. After being away for a month at an art camp, i can CERTAINLY tell that I'm home, the stress level being jacked back up to 'heart palpitations'. I can actually feel the anxiety flowing through my veins, particularly in my crooked, self-abused, nail-bitten fingers.
I wish i could channel this pure, raw ***stress***/exasperation/anger into a creative persuit, whether it being making art or playing the trumpet, but...ALAS, i must WASTE the mere TWELVE DAYS left of my summer into cleaning my room (yeah, it's a dump, but...its strategically placed possessions and my own anti-burglary system) and being a subserivent doormat/pinata that caters to my anal-retentive mother's every desire as she prepares the departure of my older sister to grad school 10 hours away.
I am so fed up with her. But she DID inspire a sculpture I did (to be uploaded soon)- a 3D comic strip. I just wish she LET me have more time to myself- she should understand, she's an artist herself. But why does time and age destroy the majority of people?
Sorry for that rant. But it felt good. Until next time, folks.....
Tschuß,
erin
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Let's say that every day, every morning, millions of people, on cue, take the whole stupid [world] apart, all the cities and towns, with hammers and saws and rocks and bulldozers and tanks- whatever. Shake the Etch-A-Sketch.
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MAN. After being away for a month at an art camp, i can CERTAINLY tell that I'm home, the stress level being jacked back up to 'heart palpitations'. I can actually feel the anxiety flowing through my veins, particularly in my crooked, self-abused, nail-bitten fingers.
I wish i could channel this pure, raw ***stress***/exasperation/anger into a creative persuit, whether it being making art or playing the trumpet, but...ALAS, i must WASTE the mere TWELVE DAYS left of my summer into cleaning my room (yeah, it's a dump, but...its strategically placed possessions and my own anti-burglary system) and being a subserivent doormat/pinata that caters to my anal-retentive mother's every desire as she prepares the departure of my older sister to grad school 10 hours away.
I am so fed up with her. But she DID inspire a sculpture I did (to be uploaded soon)- a 3D comic strip. I just wish she LET me have more time to myself- she should understand, she's an artist herself. But why does time and age destroy the majority of people?
Sorry for that rant. But it felt good. Until next time, folks.....
Tschuß,
erin
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