Spring

Inspiration and hay fever in one big swirling spiral of colours and itchy eyes. Welding is fun, I'm getting better and better at it (I think. Atleast it feels like it). At the moment I have.. *counts*.. three unfinished paintings that are waiting for my undivided love and attention. I'll get to you soon lovelies, promise. I should bring my camera to school some day soon and take a few pictures, I've been meaning to do that for so long now. Good, it's settled then!

Sleepless nights

Many things on my mind lately, that's probably why I find falling asleep so difficult at the moment. As always I wish I had more time to be creative but we don't always get what we want right away. I've even started dreaming about art, about painting and drawing. Like an addict craving a fix. I guess it's only a matter of time before I start sniffing my paints in secrecy. ;) Although, the creativity cravings were somewhat subdued by the creating of a very silly birthday present for a friend. Very poorly executed but seemingly still much appreciated. :D Just goes to show that heart is everything eh?

On a sidenote: Mental slap. Have to get better at updating blog. End of message.

My poor neglected blog! I'm so sorry that I haven't had time with you, I promise I'll do better when I've finished this course.

The England trip is coming up. Matthew is over there already to get some extra quality time with friends and family. I'm going over on the 21st and we'll spend Christmas and new Years over there with Matthew's side of the family. Looking forward to it alot, but I must admit I'm a bit worried about school. Even though I've been working my butt off it seems my Bachelor's Thesis is moving at a snail's pace >< Let's hope everything is done or atleast close to when I'm going to England so that I don't have to bring a million books with me!

Time to stop worrying! It's Christmas soon after all. :D So to everyone out there:

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! <3

Frustration, Trotsky and a big cup of tea

“Life is not an easy matter... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.”
-Leon Trotsky

Frustration has been a major theme the last few days. Sometimes things just seems to fall into place, other times they certainly don't. I've had this nagging feeling of being way in over my head for a while now, this being connected to my current studies. To put it plainly: they drive me bonkers. Quite often. And at the same time I feel that this is where I'm supposed to be, even if it's difficult certain days. Luckily I'm surrounded by people who love and support me no matter what I do. And sometimes you just need to scream and kick and throw an oldschool teenage inspired tantrum to get it out of your system. So now when I've done that it's time to get my act together, make myself a big cup of tea and get the work done. ;)

Sunday feeling

It feels like Sunday today, very slow and sleepy feeling in general. School is taking up most of my time but I try to clear my head with some creative work from time to time, otherwise I think I'd go crazy. Working on an A3 acrylic painting. It started out as a doodle and was supposed to be something else entirely but certain days the picture wants something else than what was originally intended and I find that it's wiser to go with the flow when that happens. So far I'm content with where it's going and I think it can turn into something that I'm happy with. If my camera wasn't being grumpy I'd post a sneak peek. Drawing and painting (or any sort of creative work) can be very therapeutic. I like the feeling of the mind resting in a picture during its creation, very peaceful and satisfying. The end result seems to matter less and the picture turns into something beyond an artistic expression.

Pencils, crayons and a bit of spare time

Matthew, pencil and crayon on paper, 27x35 cm.

Insecurities

"What an artist worries about when he plans his pictures, is something... difficult to put into words. Perhaps he would say he worries about whether he has got it 'right.' Now it is only when we understand what he means by this modest little word 'right' that we begin to understand what artists are really after."

- Ernst Gombrich