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[chantico]

Sometimes I feel starved for want of discussion, mostly about art, and Art. It's strange to consider that I am in the middle of an incredibly creative social circle, and yet none of them draw/paint/sculpt/have any sort of investiture in the Fine Arts at all, or even any of the concepts of them. I'm at a stage in my work that I want to discuss, and I *need* to have valuable feedback from peers about my stuff. Sure . . . I can show people my illustrations, my pictures, and they can say "This is great!" or, if they have a good eye, "Well, something looks off . . . maybe this?"

But I can't get feedback about composition, or color interaction, or anatomy-- and I certainly can't get feedback about theme or influence or expression.

And even if I could bring this up with peopel around my, it's such a touchy subject . . . for all of the respect fringe creative projects get (gaming being a prime example), Art and the discussion there of is mostly just made fun of. I don't know . . . I doesn't help when at the slightest mention of Art the room erupts in guffaws. It's really fucking frustrating, because I want to be able to point out to people that the things they are laughing at really do have merit . . . but I don't have the words or the courage to speak them anyway.

I dunno. I guess . . . I guess my art at this stage isn't as much about the physical improvment and more about expression of ideas. And right now, I feel incredibly blocked up about expressing *anything*, whether through art, writing, or talking to people. I'm tired of being quiet but I have no one to talk to to break that. It's why I'm updating this more. Maybe it will help me be able to speak up some-- even if there isn't anyone to listen.

Comments

[tooth-and-claw.livejournal.com]

Meh. It's a general sentiment.

I wish you hadn't, too. I didn't even know you ever drew.

[moonandserpent.livejournal.com]

Mostdays, neither do I :(

I used to spend hours and hours at my desk in my room trying to teach myself to draw by the light of an old banker's lamp. I'd pour over "How to Draw Comics, the Marvel Way", and the dozens of engineering and archetecture books my dad had.

And while I wasn't awesome, I was okay... but I had an art teacher who convinced me that I was horrible and that shouldn't try and be crative. Because I didn't accept Jesus into my heart and that meant I could only let darkness into the world.

No. Really. I think. She was very confusing.

So I gave it up... and when cleaning out my old room one year, I burnt all my sketches and stuff.
I think I lost my first novel to that purge, too.

[tooth-and-claw.livejournal.com]

That's HORRIBLE. Really. Like, sick to my stomach horrible. That woman should be murdered slowly with a hammer and razon wire.

I know people never want to pick stuff up again after stuff like that (I can't tell you how many stories I've heard like that), but if you ever want to try again and need some practice, I'd be totally willing to hang and sketch with you/do little private lessons.

[moonandserpent.livejournal.com]

I've tried sketching every once and a while and the spirit just doesn't move me. My sketch-o-meter is broke.

But I've always wanted to try and paint.

[tooth-and-claw.livejournal.com]

I have acrylics, watercolors and oils. I could use the practice myself.

[moonandserpent.livejournal.com]

I'd love to do that.

A lot.