Yeah, I like to make fun of myself sometimes.
I admit it-my self esteem is as low as the current temperature in the Arctic. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember; I often put down myself a lot. If I don’t respect myself, why would anyone else, right? Even my pet bird Mango, who’s no bigger than my hand is always trying to get on top of me.
Yep, to me a piece of art is never finished, because I will always find something “new” that I had missed previously, and will voraciously fix it. And then it repeats. Ill never be satisfied with the image I have created. Sometimes if I cannot fix it I will tear it up and whip up a new one from scratch. And that is why I will never stop drawing, painting, scribbling, doodling, scratching, etc etc… Until the day I bite the dust. There, nuff said.
I know it seems like a total waste of good paper just for some few words, but that’s me, when it comes to art, nothing is a waste…hmm there’s another decree to think about…