It has been a dismally long time since I have written anything on this blog, which is not to say that I don't care about this blog or any of the readers we may have. My failure to write tends to go deeper into feeling unable to be a writer, and to avoidance. Although I also just feel sick a lot, hang out with people some and currently have been devoting every moment that I can to art.
I made a sculpture of a head (pics to come). It was made out of things around the house (which you have to remember is a house with two artist in it, but there are still some trash and hand crushed elements). I also made a sharpie drawing which will also be uploaded soon. I made a bouquet of random, bright, colorful, flowers out of polymer clay for Em.
Tomorrow I hope to do a charcoal drawing. So wish me luck. :)
Now to try just a minute or two of the deep stuff.
I'm going to be 22 in 13 days. I remember being younger and excitedly counting the days until my birthday. I could barely wait for the one magical day where things were all supposed to be more fun and all about me. Add in gifts and cake, what's not to love?
This year I regard my birthday with apprehension. There are fun parts, like the creative over the top invitations we made (cootie catchers made on origami paper, slipped into envelopes filled with glittery pink confetti. With Gemstones decorating the envelopes).
Not all of the glitter in the world could completely reconcile me to this birthday. I never planned to be alive to be 22.
13 more days before I far exceed my deadline.
13 days in which to steel my frayed nerves for one last attempt, the one to end them all as they say. I haven't been very successful at all since the time I almost was. Give it time, I have almost a fortnight to figure out a way.
I will :)
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