Thursday, April 24

watching clouds make patterns


Summer vacation has truly begun.
Im sitting in a cottage in Mysore(my mums'),and spending my days wondering why:
-I dont paint
-I dont write
-I have lots and lots of ideas,
spilling into one another and skittering across the floor,desperately hoping to be picked up.
I cant say that I feel that same desolation I felt over the past year,wondering what I was doing and why,and whether this was good enough and if that wasnt a mistake after all....
Things disturb me.A supposed friend recently 'took' an entire concept from me.Its funny to defend an idea,especially when its only something youve talked and laughed about and done the funny sounds and visualised the comical timings and characters and what not.Nevertheless,it was something that meant a lot to me.I dont talk about my ideas to many people,because either a)I dont socialise with many and b)I usually think they wont understand (and sometimes,'wierd' stops being interesting and starts me overthinking about what people
really mean when they say...)
Then I realise that this happens a lot to people,but they deal with it in a better way.Such as cutting it at the source,and abiding by
'creativity is best when its hidden'.

Its a puzzle.
Id rather just trust people.
YAH!you humbug!

1 comment:

jazzlamb said...

i know what the moonskulled cat is talking abt...lol!
its ok...you know what ur capable of n you kno it was yours n you did it in the end...btw...i still havnt seen hers...neway...chill...youre capable of a lot more...n the illustration is killer bitch!