I need to get back to drawing and painting.
And music. My fingers ache to press down a gentle cord, to complete a complex scattering of complementary notes, to feel the cool touch of white and black keys. Too bad we had to sell the piano when we moved. I'm thinking about taking up guitar because it is a much more portable instrument than piano... So when I make that jump from living at home to a questionable independence, it can make the jump with me.
I've also entered uncertainty again. I was so sure I wanted to be in medicine... and now, not so much. The consistency and logic of science is appealing, but so is the creativity and raw power of the arts. Biology, drama, chemistry, writing, physics, philosophy, psychology, debating, neurology, music, engineering, painting, zoology, photography, ecology, drawing... I’ve been seduced into uncertainty all over again. It is all so alluring, each with its own qualities that make it just so intriguing, but I can’t learn it all. Not only is the money not there, not that I really care about money mind you, but it would be impossible to take in all that information; a sponge can only hold so much water.
All in good time I guess...
Ps. Looking back, my pictures suck... blah. I think I've grown a lot as an artist in the last few months. Maybe it's all just in my head. I guess anyone who reads this can make that decision when I submit something next... don't know when that will be.




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