To The Blue Sky. . .
9.18.2003
The comment about paint on my hands was from the other day when we started working with some paints in my art class. And it seriously was the most beautiful thing I could think of at the time. And not the color of the paint, but just the fact that it was on my hands. It made me feel so much more alive to know that I was creating something with my hands. I feel like so much more of an artist. I feel like an "artist" and that's awesome. I've never worked art in this medium before so it's a great new experience for me. I'm starting to open up so much more now. I started a photo journal and have been starting up photography, also as part of an assignment for my art class. I'm just learning so much. And if you remember a long time ago I talked about wanting to write a short story but not knowing how and not knowing what to write about. Well, I did write that one about the iced tea stand, but I've written another and it's going to be published soon an Mike's short story site. I'm really proud of it. I just wrote it this afternoon because Mike asked me to write something for his site awhile ago and I just sort of figured out what I was doing today. Basically, I'm feeling awesome about being me in an artistic sense. I'm even working on a new song that is very different from anything I've ever written before. I think it's good that I'm branching out. Musically and otherwise. I want to be a folk artist. Wow, I typed all of that without stopping at all. I'm just getting really excited by all these new opportunities.