I've been staring at this image for longer than it took me to create it. Perhaps that's not so odd. I tend to stare at most of the things I do. Thinking about shit, most of the things having nothing to do with the work. My art is more interesting than other peoples'. I guess that's not too odd. I imagine most other people feel the same way, about their own work.
I sure as hell hope they do.
But I guess it was a little odd, this time. I was thinking about it. Thinking about what was wrong with it, and later, with me. I've never been committed to quality - that shit's for cars and carpet, but I try to remain somewhat true to my own ideals. "Fuck other people" is somewhere on that list.
Sitting there thinking of what to add. Add, what a shitty thing to do. Adding is what you do when you're done. Thinking about how it would be "artistically lazy" to "give up".
Listening to music, during tonights staring session. Stones. I like the Stones.
There is something you can say with a piece, and once it is said it is said. It is harder to leave something alone than to keep going. The idea exsists, once you have conveyed it all the rest is filler bullshit you're ejaculating. Ejaculating for no other purpose but to convince yourself and others that you're talented, or intelligent, or versed, or what the fuck ever.
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