I just want to go hide under a rock.
Maybe i'll ask this guy if I can intern with him. He works in Pasadena.
Or Jaime Zollars, a MICA alum who lives in Pasadena:
It's perfect but I probably won't be able to get up the courage to do it. Out of lack of what to say. And lack of any good work. God, Work. I'm so fucking sick of that word. I never want to hear it again.
Look at my work,
I love your work,
I need to produce work,
after saying it to myself so many times, it has started to lose its meaning. Artists have a funny relationship with that word... or maybe I am just crazy and it's just me. Saying I'm making work makes me feel like I'm some facsimile of a real artist. I'm really just vomiting stupid ugly stuff out of my brain onto a piece of paper out of necessity to pass classes and calling it work. Maybe I will resolve to not use that word again the rest of the summer.. maybe it will make me feel better.
Man fuck all this art school bullshit, it makes me want to be sick. I don't want to make "work." I just want to draw stupid, pretty pictures that are fun to look at. I'm so tired of having to sound deep and pretentious in order to sound legitimate. Except I can't even do that apparently without flipping a shit about it. I'll take Elle's advice to draw a picture every day... then I'll actually have a goal instead of floundering around freaking out like I always do.
Here's a stupid thing I made in illustrator.
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