part two... a month and a half later/recovering arcadia.

After an extensive discussion with one carl annarummo, i've decided to take initative and try to create something. i'm currently working on a series of miniature paintings on old pieces of driftwood/plywood.

An attempt to create something based on the good parts of my childhood down by the boardwalk, full of arcade games, rides from the 30s-50s, and garish art like pulp covers. for some reason, i equate with the loss of these things to more prefab rides with the loss of my childhood and the year immediately following high school. maybe this'll help me deal with some issues of loss. and maybe they might not come out half badly.

clichéd, yes, but i have to start somewhere. i don't believe my creativity will just march right back into my head, so i think i really need to let go of wanting everything to be brilliant. because it's not going to happen no matter how much i think about it.



jim once told me that if i talk about something too much, that in my head i've already done it, and therefore there's no point in actually doing it, especially for someone like me who gets bored easily.

i want to blame this on alll the "art instructors" i've had in the past, the ones who did nothing but praise me for every little piece of crap i've churned out, and never given me constructive criticism. when it came to critiques in college, i'd be the first to tear myself a new one, until i gave up even trying. very lame.

so if you're out there, and reading this, please give me your honest critisism. i'm quite lost at this point.