| nineteen | vegetarian | currently living in boston |
interests include:
| hot tea | reading in quiet places | streams of consciousness | self-reflection | film over digital | artists journals | indie rock | picking out shapes in the clouds | darkrooms | native americans | wild horses | naps outside on sunny days | boloco | deep conversations | spontaneity | rationalization | pokemon | when people play with my hair | picnics | lazy movie days | acquiring knowledge | maine ginger brew | burt's bees | nostalgia | transcendentalism | things that make me feel like a kid.
and she could sing to shipmen
i lay my eyes on you
down where we’d be lost, find your mouth
winter skin.
-Seabear
sad but beautiful.
iron & wine - “the trapeze swinger”
Sometimes I get so caught up in this busy city life that I forget to appreciate all the beautiful, mundane things all around me. There are things I once loved that no longer evoke any emotion of fondness from within me. I want to love them again. I want to feel those emotions.
I am not who I used to be, I am not who I used to be.
What the hell? Why would you agree with a statement putting down your art? Why are you pursuing it anyway?
There’s nothing wrong with being critical of your own work. It’s actually very important in my opinion. And they’re right, most of my work is generic. I’m pursuing art because it’s what i’m most passionate about, but I know I have a long way to go. Everyone starts somewhere. I need an education in order to reach that higher level of thinking that I lack which will enable me to produce work that is more original and artistically mature.
