I will never stop being amused at the absolute rollercoaster of emotions that is being an artist. It’s completely irrational, makes no sense, and is based completely off of my perceived accomplishments.
Today I put a hot pink square on a light green background and I felt IMMORTAL. I have no right to feel that good about such a minor decision, and yet here i am, three cans of V pure deep into the morning feeling particularly pleased with myself.
So far, the best way I’ve found to keep my ego in check is to remind myself of the painting in the corner thats been sitting there untouched for a few days, and come back down to planet earth as
I force myself to make a decision that could potentially ruin it.
this is the painting in question
i’m about to go make that change now. i will let you know how it goes.
becks ireland 