I’ve got as lot of things in the works right now, mostly in the planning stage. Some things I have a couple of quick sketches, some things just a note to self. The worst ones are those I just talk about. Someday I’m going to do something. Someday I’m not going to talk for my own edification. Someday I’m going to not say someday.
I think I use a desire for knowledge as an excuse to not do. Every time in my life I do things the right way I fail. Years ago I was all hardcore taking AP classes. I took physics, chemistry, calculus and studio art. Doubling down on that I also took the exams for composition and literature. The only class I even tried to do what the teacher told me was studio art. That exam was my only failure with a 2 out of 5. I quite honestly got the score I deserved. My portfolio was lacking in passion and technique. Later in life, my art got that something special. It got a flavor unique to itself. Still totally missing technique, May as well be a 5 year old painting with split pea soup.
Note in my majority, I get an idea. I have a burning bush of inspiration, and then I think. I say how. I say when. Creation can’t be held back my reality. Fuck that. I don’t fail at things I try, I only fail to try things. Worse case scenario is I kill some time, maybe toss away something that was already junked. Hell, I like breaking shit.
Peter's stuff.