Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been painting a lot. For two-to-three hours a night, I’ve
set up studio in my kitchen and have begun working on a painting, using oil paint, a medium that prior to this piece I had yet to dabble in. My main interest in this endeavor was to progress in technique and also to kick-start my ass into working on art again. So far, so good. It’s been nice, I must say. I really enjoy being able
to zone out and only think about one thing for extended amounts of time. I’ve found it quite relaxing.
But, I ain’t gonna lie, this entry was 100% inspired by Matthew’s post from earlier today. After skimming the videos he posted it got me to thinking about all of the research I’ve been conducting over the last couple of weeks, in regard to my rising interest in learning to paint with oils. But I’ve decided to take a different route, as these Youtubes aren’t representations of that research. Instead, I decided to look up videos that I felt illustrated a list that I created in my sketchbook a few days ago, which revolved around the feelings I had during my painting process. Of course, they’re not exact videos of those listed things, but I still felt they represented my emotions well enough.
So, this is my version of Matthew’s “Research”. I recommend playing all the videos at the same time for the full effect — I like to imagine that this is how my brain works while I’m in the process of painting.
I feel old. As of late, I’ve started to catch myself saying things like “Ugh, dance clubs? I’m getting too old for that shit,” or “Nah, I’m going to stay in, I’m tired,” in addition to frequent ideas that concern money saving and house buying. I’m sure 23 is not the time to be shitting bricks over such things, but then again, being prepared is nice. By the way, I just found out a(n older) close friend is having a baby…and it’s all good. I’m actually quite excited for this, when before I would of been slightly disturbed. I must realize that for some of us, those times are on their way. Coming soon: friend’s weddings, more people moving away, new additions, and the realization that our youthful party antics are becoming dangerous to our health. Yikes!
Wonderlust has whipped my brain. I think about leaving Southern California daily. While driving or at work, or at home, or with friends — the ideas keep coming. I want to live elsewhere — The Bay, Portland, Seattle, possibly East Coast? I love the idea of relocating to Amsterdam or Berlin by the time I’m 28. I feel so mixed up, but so certain…
I also find myself constantly reminded of a guy a tried to pursue back in October. He was older, lived a little further west, and was really involved with his career. Not that that was a bad thing…I actually found his determination to be incredibly attractive. His stories and ideas made me want to talk to him for hours. We went out a couple of times and had hang outs that I thought went really well…but then we kind of just…stopped talking. I’ve wanted to call him to catch up, but I’m not quite sure if I should. Anyway, he pops up in my head from time to time…well, ya know, when I’m not thinking about moving.
