I hate that I don’t know what is coming next
August 19, 2010 § 4 Comments
repost from Are You My Other?
I hate it. How can this be? I have a masters degree. Maybe art was the wrong way to go. But now that I am here, now that I have been systematically trained to see the world as an artist would, where does that leave me? I feel like I am no longer capable of normalcy. Not that being normal is what I want.
I guess I also love not knowing what it is coming next.