Monday, 24 May 2010

Yawn

I've reached that stage of tiredness where, if I do not lay down my head upon my pillow, I will start to see pink elephants dancing with suddenly sentient and horribly chipper furniture. My eyes are slowly falling shut, my ability to type has decreased, meaning that I'm having to triple check my spelling, and yet I'm not shutting down my internet windows and ascending the stairs to steel springed Nirvana, because theres an episode of the West Wing on right now and I cannot leave the TV until it is done with. And then I will have to scan a pop art picture for little sister's project, all the while trying to resist that sweet sweet call emanating from my duvet.

*sigh*

I am like the walking incoherent dead, only my sustenance does not run away screaming as if they haven't seen it a thousand times on the silver screen (actually, more like the lounging incoherent dead, accompanied by a mentally deficient cat).

A bit peckish now. I wonder if there are any brains left.....

Sunday, 9 May 2010

Weeee!!

Sold a t-shirt to the Right Honourable Doctah Sqwid, may his minions be ever steadfast and ready to rend his enemies limb from bloody limb. :)

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Maudlin Me

Ever since I can remember I've wanted to make a living out of art, whether painting, drawing or writing. Its always been my dream to be my own boss, work to my own hours creating art and living off the monetary rewards reaped.

Not everyone can do this mind you. Some lack talent, or dedication or belief, and others while talented, dedicated and full of faith find it impossible to sell their work, for whatever reason.

It is crushing when, after you've worked so hard to produce a beautiful piece, no one seems to want to buy it. You lose faith, dedication, and worst of all talent if it is left to decay.

Perseverance I suppose is key to this, working through all the doubts and defeats in the hope that you will succeed, even though reality right now seems to point to the contrary. Its a very hard thing to do, as has been proved to me time and time again, but somehow I keep finding the strength to continue when all I see is failure.

I'm a stubborn dreamer I suppose, wanting to prove that I can do what I set my mind and talents to. Focusing on the good, on the positive opinions given by friends and loved ones, I can ignore the negativities swirling around my mind, and continue to forge onward.

Saturday, 1 May 2010

Bloody Weather

Ahhh, the three day weekend is upon us, and we may sit out in the sun while supping cool alcoholic liquids from glass containers.

If only the weather were not against us.

The lovely time I spent with friends this evening was marred by the fact that the Heavens decided to piss down upon us consistently whenever we set foot out into the streets. It would've been much more convienient if the rain had decided to hold off until, say 2.07am, as I would have and mostly certainly will be in bed by then. But alas, the weather is not so accomodating.