Moved out.
Broke up.
Shrunk.
It has been an eventful summer. My deal now is struggling with art. I mean I guess I may be trying to fit somewhere I don't......

I've sat to write this several times. I'm going for it now. So I attended several open studios this past weekend, of local, but nonetheless world-renowned, artists.I've been very frustrated lately in terms of art for many and varied reasons and it increased some of those frustrations. Like how come some shit looks like it could have been done in about ten minutes with very little skill, but yet it can be immensely successful and bring in a killer income to these people?

Back to the problem of fitting. I think I'm striving to try and create realistic sorts of things and I'm getting frustrated when it doesn't happen. I think I've created this standard in my head that in order for "art" to be quality, it has to be realistic, because that's the only semblance of skill found in art. I guess among the many other things I don't know, this question of what is quality, successful art is just another on a long list.

I see so much of my work as simplistic and juvenile, but not in a good way.