What does your art mean to you?
Sure, the question gets asked all so often…but I don’t think I’ve ever thought much of the question. Lately I feel hollow. I feel my art is hollow. Meaningless. Completely without emotion. I used to draw every day…Every.Day. Sometimes I feel like it’s such a waste for me to continue. Other days, I feel like I couldn’t make it through the day thanks to sketching out something or painting. I know I lack discipline with myself. Which makes me upset with myself. Maybe I’ve just been thinking too much about things. Too much about things going on and not enough time with my idle hands…Perhaps I am just….too busy. Too busy working. Being a Boss. Being Mom. Being the Girl Friend. Just..being busy in general.
Sometimes….it’s good to self reflect. I’m not feeling any better. But I feel like actually writing about how this is bothering me is a step in the right direction.












