artizonline

Self introspection... My show that ended in february went surprisingly well. People liked my pictures and responded well to them. If this is the case, then why do I as though I've suffered some terrible failure? Is that what's deep inside of every artist? The need to expand, to change, to evolve, to manipulate the way other's see the world around them into a more palpable version of what I claim reality to be in order to feel as though I've done my job? I'm not unhappy or angry. I'm just...left lacking, for loss of better words. I see the comprises that I made in trying to please others, but feel as though I haven't done enough to please my

so, my last two journals have been focused mainly on trying my hand at graffiti. I don't get how to do lettering, which is why  most of my concern is on the characters and the potential messages that I can portray through these characters. I think it should be fun. To get something of my own blown up larger than life onto an outside obstacle where unknown spectators (fans or not) will have the chance to view it at any time. It's nice. Just the challenge of taking what I do and trying to transform it, contort it to fit another art form is exciting enough. Pushing boundaries and taking my art into different areas is where it's at. I'm also con

Things they come, things they go... I lost a sketchbook this week that was actually only a few pages shy of completion. For me, that's something big, because I never seem to actually finish using the whole sketchbook. I use it for a while, get a large portion of it full...then I get bored and start something new once the desire to scribble ensnares my senses at an unmentioned later time. I'm trying to be really cool, calm and content with things...but the truth is, I'm mad as all heck. There were a few drawings in there that I was actually in the process of turning into much larger projects that were going to become a permanent part of my n