this is my wall. i dont care what deviantart really is or supposed to do for artists. im gonna have fun. and im letting my doodles go.


so i added more art. again i dont really know why im making a journal entry, i dont really have any friends haha. but yea, i decided to add a bunch of doodles i have. cuz i have alot. and this isnt alllll about the shiny finished work right? its about showing your art, unfinished or not. in the process or just starting. i have to start really finishing my work though. i dont understand what happened to me this year or why actual artwork never came out of me. :/ i guess ill just have to really get my act together and start channeling this stuff out on to canvases, theyve been neglected.


i took all of the canvases i own. big small, medium and large and painted over all of them. they are all blank. some of the unfinished ones that i know i can finish that took alot of time i kept. but if i didnt like it for any reason, i painted it over with white. i hung them all up on my wall. whenever i open my door, i see all of these blank canvases hanging. i guess id hoped that it would inspire to paint something, to be in artistic SOMEHOW again. it hasnt really seemed too. but it looks like im getting back into it. i mean, i felt like drawing today and stuff, and now i uploaded more drawing and am actually taking the time to telling no one this. haha....fuck.



i just got out of highschool. i was the "art girl" throughout my four years. started out ok, got better and better. i still dont think im fantastic, but i know i have potential. its crazy to think that no girl for FOUR YEARS ever passed me up. i dont even know if any guy did. jeff was next to me pretty well. maybe some seniors when i was a freshman or soemthing. its just crazy to think what my little talent did for me in highschool. i wouldve been a nobody if i hadnt found art. im so fortunate that people liked it and i liked it and we alllllll enjoyed it.


thanks to people in highschool for liking my artwork and pushing me to keep going. the artistic thought and emotions fuel the hand, but the fame does a little too. im not all puffed with confidence or think im some big time artist. im not addicted to fame, its just nice to be recognized for something your so passionate about. like your love for art is giving back to you for all the time youve slaved into it. its not slavery though...its a choice. a way of life