I wonder if this journal's gonna help.

I seem to have finally found my love in art. I thought, was convinced, even, that I knew what it meant to love art. I was undeniably wrong. My love for art stems from my love for life. My love to learn how things work, to be able to make something work, and to make it awesome... fuuuck. You don't know how... exhilarating it feels. And to absorb everyone's concepts on how this universe works, be it physical, metaphysical, spiritual, philosophical, theoretical -

Yea, I'm rambling.

So anyway, I feel that 2009 will determine my path as an artist. Called it. I mean, it has to. I'd feel uneasy otherwise. And no, this doesn't mean that I'll have my own style yet. That's not my aim this year. For that matter, I haven't even gotten rid of my tendencies yet. The hell! I totally wasted a year and a half!

No, not really.

On a side note, I think I figured out what it means to sell out as an artist. Luckily, I'm not so far down the ditch to resort to that.

Things to remember:

stray from the norm
do what you want
get noticed
patience
sacrifice
have fun

and only after you've absorbed all necessary information, can you THEN have your two cents.

My life is turning way too slow. I'm picking up the pace.

tl;dr I like art!

Mother fucker.