Gotta gotta gotta gotta find a waay
Jul. 11th, 2006 04:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vollmusI haven't done much in my journals lately, and tonight I got a very strange urge to create. Who can resist? I went through all the boxes of stuff I have around my desk and through all the piles of papers scattered around the area, pulling out anything that was particularly important to me or was a particularly good example of how I went about doing things, along things just looked good, of course. After this I had a massive pile, so I started sorting it into four or five piles which really made no sense, but eventually worked themselves out and were placed in clear sheet protectors, neatly arranged by size, or as neat as you can get with a pile of folded and faded leaves of old paper. After about ten minutes spent relocating the composition book &hearts I'd planned on using—it was hiding under a pile—and gathering a roll of tape, a pair of scissors, a glue stick, and some rubber cement, I was off.
It was quite nice, really. I've been quite bitter about art lately, so it was good for me to end up with something I like. It doesn't sting as much anymore.
"Do you ever just want to create?
Always at the worst times.
but you still do it anyway"
The ripped up book is totally Like Water For Chocolate by Laura Esquivel. The pleasure from the first tearing alone was almost enough to convince me to rip the entire thing into a million little pieces.
Now, I sleep.
It was quite nice, really. I've been quite bitter about art lately, so it was good for me to end up with something I like. It doesn't sting as much anymore.
"Do you ever just want to create?
Always at the worst times.
but you still do it anyway"
The ripped up book is totally Like Water For Chocolate by Laura Esquivel. The pleasure from the first tearing alone was almost enough to convince me to rip the entire thing into a million little pieces.
Now, I sleep.
