Mood : It’s becoming physically literally simply completely impossible to actually do anything that feels worth anything…
2 years of self directed study are coming to an end.. and I feel like I have very little to show for it. Others may disagree with me of course, in fact, a lot of people have. It has been worth it, hasn’t it? I know for sure the last 2 years have changed my life – that has to count for something, right?
And.. well.. I’ve been thinking about how I’m going to sum up my work – what is the conclusion to all of this?
I guess – the only thing I can say for sure is that… I’m alive.
And if life = art then that is probably a good thing.
Mood : Survival is enough
(Wish I had evolved enough by now to not question every thing and be able to get over self loathing/hatred/uncertainty. But if I was in that place then this journey would be over. And even though the end is nigh, it’s not finished yet. It probably never will be. Time is relative.)