The art of getting by;

Painting is sort of like life. You're scared shitless, you've no idea what's gunna come out of it all. Sometimes it's something you can be proud of, sometimes things are pure shit, and sometimes there's nothing there, and you're staring at at a blank canvas; idle for a while. You've smoked a pack of cigarettes and you've spent days scared of what to start with. You stare, you curse, you throw it all away. You sleep on it, you lose sleep from it. You really start to go mental because you feel you're not good enough, incompetent. But you have to do it. You can't give up. Bullshit your way through, fake it if you have to. Make up your own rules and then break them. Just put the fucking brush, pencil, pen, to the paper and do it. Use your own sweat, tears, and blood if you must! This is why I paint and this is why I create, because doing something is better then doing nothing, you learn a little about yourself after it's all said and done. You're changed with each piece.