I don't think anyone is harder on themselves as I am, not that my demeanor would show it but in my head I have these things I want to be able to meet and haven't.
Progress is something I can only really assume I'm making after some time has passed and I look at whatever gibberish I've written, drawn or etched on paper. Or I dunno sometimes I think maybe I know nothing and am just wasting time till I find something else worth while. Is any of this worthwhile? I'd say no I hate most of it but I detest some of it but I hope to find a gem in all this garbage.
I don't know what the hell it is I do and am ok with that I think. Heck is everything some kinda inside joke or self deprecation for the humors sake or is everything that is ultimately me just a series of non sequiturs and idiosyncrasy with a habit of trying to be be more than... but really just stupid.
Why ramble on this way, am I really saying anything? I dunno I feel to obligated I guess.
Extra Junk ---->
(Old Paintings from late 08)
I now longer have either of this junk, found the pics of them in an old digtal camera I thought was lost. I kinda like 'em though. Go figure.