Feels a bit risky to me but I've been wondering, considering, thinking... I feel like I'm "what if-ing" too much.
But what if I want to try to do the things I love? Feels vulnerable because they're close to my heart and will suffer some judgment every now and then. But what if it works? What if I do what I love and it works out? What about drawing all day, coming up with even more creative dialogues, being a part of the contemporary art world, photographing, showing my stuff to a potential buyer, a potential gallery or at least, co-artists?
It's one of the things I'm most afraid of and it crosses my mind all the time but it's something I've never risked. I do hear we only live once...
If I could I would... silkscreen, woodcut, stamp, alter images on the computer, scan and print, sew them into beautiful inspirational (to me) artist books, bookbind, look for paper, look for references, research, visit galleries/art shows, draw all day, take photographs, calligraphy, experiment... I wonder if it'd feel like paradise or if it'd still be scary.
CURRENTLY READING:
~ la isla bajo el mar by isabel allende