Life keeps getting in the way of my art... I have so many ideas but so little time for artistic outlet.
I also hate my job. If I didn't need the money to pay for life, I can honestly say I wouldn't work in that forced-air, temperature adjusted, dusty, way-too-busy-all-the-time, grey and green cell I call my office. It's a depressing place. I'm borderline suicidal.... ok that last part is a complete lie. Im just REALLY bored.
I want my office to be an art space. My work hours to be 7pm to 3am one day and 11am to 8pm another day. My only food or drink to be in coffee form, and no disruptions, expectations, distractions. I want to be a creator, not a drone. I want music and nature to be my only inspiration, and to be able to act on those bursts of creativity instead of having to supress them because I have to be up to get to work the next morning at 6...
I'm really hoping that the potential change in city/province in the next 3 years will provide me the time, money and continued and/or new inspiration to be able to pursue MY dream. To become the artist I've always wanted to be, but have always pushed to the back burner to help others, to conform, and to make others happy.
I'm crossing my fingers in hopes that I can get back on track soon.
Until then, I will continue to not conform, and to spend too much time thinking of art when I should be working. Someimes that office is actually a blessing...
Listening to: music from my youth
Watching: Dr Who