Sleepy Frustration and a rant
I spent hours yesterday working on uploading my art to a new website (new to me of course), which ended up in me uploading 15 photos of my pieces. *sighs* 15 photos seems like nothing in the grand sceme of things. I am not even out of 2009 pieces of art.
*small giggle* And.. why- why do I HAVE to have a blog to be an artist? Spent the other half of yesterday pouring through riciduliously cool magazines, on a Hastings floor, taking notes on their submissions processes, their topics, their photos, etc. I came to a few conclusions:
1) Everything costs money- yet somehow- all the time i make my art out of things I find in the street- why is showcasing my art more expensive than the actual creation process? This refuses to make sense to my brain.
2)I must have a blog. I must decide to be a blogger, to blog, and to keep my blog regular if I want anyone to take me seriously. (I do disagree with this- and this whole rant is more for the sake of frustrated, tired complaining, than true, true TRUE disgruntlement.) Blog wise- I have always had a blog. It’s just been in the background of Fin consciousness.
I blogged as a teenager. There are probably at least ten lost blogs of Fin Graves and her emo teenage poetry. So, this is what “Blog” says to me. Also- i can’t use glue on my computer. I can’t use thread, or tape, or any form of paste or adhesive, in order to get the pictures i want to get, onto the screen. This… this lack of hands on ablility to showcase my work, instead having to trade tape for htmp code- sucks.
As I am compulsed to be an artist- as i am born to create art- as i thrive thinking in art formates… here I am. Blogging. Hi.
Fin out.
