back to life/back to realityMy sister, who I already consider one of the best visual artists on the planet, is currently making her prom and graduation dresses; I just returned from a weekend in Nantucket, where I participated in a wedding -- and the bride had made herself the most incredibly adorable purses for EVERY SiNGLE OUTFiT she wore, including her wedding dress; my friend Sami is constantly sewing away; and of course, all of you wonderful people whose art I'm always gawking at are all so incredibly talented.
I have writers block, I have creative angst, I'm frustrated with what feels like a severe lack of talent... and none of this helps my situation.
More time on Photoshop? More time behind the camera or with my face buried in my notebook?
Suggestions would be appreciated.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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-Kellbot
Fine art, crafts, and jewelry.
*coff* -i- try again. i
have a butterfly
and a certain turtle of the purple variety
and a purple giggle
and a penguin atop your page...who will or will not explode
*does the 1st and 2nd comment dance*
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