The span of my imagination extends only as far as I can reach. I have barely scraped the foundations on the block of artistic medium. Perhaps, I'm mistaken? Or perhaps I've given up. I suppose my art has the limitations of mere words, and I can not span out to pick up a pastel, or to close my eyes and see an intricate painted design. The scores on but a minuscule sheet of parchment showed the most obscene answers: I had scored more than four hundred points above commended on my literary essay. Perhaps this is where my forte lies? Nothing but black ink? No. No, I want something colorful. Something I can look at a glance and say, "That's mine, I did that." I want people to awe my works, and I want them to appreciate the physical attributes that their eyes look over again and again. I want to learn. Teach me?
--Sorry about this folks, I had one of those moments where I just felt the need to write. I spilled!!!
 dinkydoodlebot · Tue Jun 23, 2009 @ 12:17am · 1 Comments |
