Entry #22

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I am not an artist, but all I want to do is make art.

When I decided to come back to school after 7 years I wasn't coming back to take any art classes. I want to study developmental psych. Here is my 1st semester back and the 1st thing on my schedule....an art class. I don't regret making this decision at. What is really interesting to me is that this semester I'm passing a class I thought I'd fail (math), and failing my psych class. I'm really confused as to what this means, and what I should do about it. I want to get my degree in something I can use to help people, and I don't know how I would do that just by making art. Or how I would make money to support myself and a family. But all I want to do is be creative. Not because its easier, because its not....

Actually I'm not sure why. Maybe its because its one of the few things that I've done in my life that I get praised on.  Or because even if it's not "great" it's not bad either. There's always a place to grow from so there's always a place to learn. I really like growing, especially in my personal life. And I always feel that through creating art I learn so many things about myself.

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  1. CHD:WCK!November 1, 2017 at 4:27 AM

    All these words tell me you're an artist.
    You understand there is an beauty in seeing and living life. Sometimes that inspires you to capture or create. Sometimes not. You don't have to pursue it as a career. It's cool. Artist.

    (sidenote: i'm jealous of these images. i wish i captured them)

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