I think I might be bipolar ... I go from wanting to slash my wrists to a few hours of franetic painting or drawing and back to wanting to drive the wrong way on the freeway in the dark on my bike as fast as possible just to see what will happen. Just battling to see the point of anything at the moment ...
Problem is I really need to get off my butt and paint ... there are exhibitions coming up etc etc. Everything I paint at the moment looks rubbish, so I end up distroying them. That can't continue, its a waste of time, oils and everything else.
This is my 3rd charcoal drawing ... "Kayleigh".
- reading art sites, but actually writing more than reading
- listening to Dolores O'Riordan