Life is good, am I right? We're in tune with the artistic collective that is this world, we can taste it, it's all over our faces. Look at you. You're a mess.
Indulgence, that's what it is. I mused over this before bed: the fragrant garden of art is so riddled, so infested with weeds. People who insist on art being kept in a box and tied up with rules and standards - thorn covered twine.
You've got your headphones on, your sketchbook askew on your bare legs - basking in the sun. You're not making art for any great purpose. There's no aftertaste of controversy amongst your lines. You're fucking happy. You draw because it's running ramped in your veins, because you've been suckling on the Internets teat all morning and you now feel connected to something greater. Something free and with a spirit that encompasses everything. Let's liken it to the sky. Does that make you feel good? Great.
There's been a lot going on.
I have a spot in an exhibition for arty folk who are new on the scene; the scene being the world of commercial art. It's really exciting ->
did you jump for that exhibition at all?
I've successfully incorporated a colour harmonizing technique that is blowing my mind each time i approach the canvas. It feels great be so confident with each brushstroke.
Seriously, go out there and oggle everything with artistic merit, anything with an aesthetic quality that makes your bits go tingly. Promise me this.