The Artist Diaries is a blank canvas of sorts.
I’m a 20-something-year-old trying to figure out who I am as an artist and what it is that I stand for creatively.
As it stands today, I love and loathe to paint. I love it when I have nothing on it and paintings just seem to paint themselves. I loathe it when I try to paint what’s in my mind’s eye and nothing turns out the way I want it to. (Which, I’m sure, is a lesson in itself).
I decided to create this online space in which I can ramble and play and ponder about the nature of creative expression without making any (real) mess and where I don’t have to spend any extra moolah on materials.
I don’t have a set plan for this space other than having it be a sort of inspiration/mood board-cum-teen-angst-filled-although-sometimes-enlightening diary. One thing I can promise is that I won’t filter the reality of pursuing one’s creativity not only for my benefit (so as to get over myself and that delightful voice in my head), but for that of any readers who happen to stumble across this space.
There is a grittier, sometimes existentially challenging side to being creative that I don’t see being talked about so much, especially not in the hyper-edited sunshine-filled world of social media, and I think it deserves to be more openly discussed and explored. So here is that space in which to do so.