DeviantArt
i’ve been doing allot of thinking and not much interneting, as you’ll have noticed. i’ve been thinking allot about identity and humanity and all of those things under your skin and how we express those things in our art, in what we write, the way we move, the things we say when we don’t think about saying them, i’ve been thinking about the things that make me who i am- woman, boy, artist, romantic, addict, compulsive, mother, child, slut, dyke, libertine, whatever.
any which way, i’ve been loosing my self in other peoples self portraiture recently, the real self portraiture, none of this myspace crap, the kind that captures a life tome of experience in one single image, the lovers and the long nights alone, the things they’ve been taught and the things they’re trying to forget, everything. i just love it.
i am back at college now, and i won’t go into detail about it all, but we have no resources whatsoever, to do anything with. the school has been spending thousands on building new rooms for the language and maths and i.t and english lit students. and we’ve got nothing in our one grey room behind the gym, not even a working tap to wash up with.
on the brighter side of things i’ve found a couple of new people, people who love their cameras also, and we’ve got big plans.
i admit this is pasted from a dA journal, it could be the other way round, either way, everyone is informed now i leaveyou with new photo :)
as of september, i am to be an art student again, chuffed. i’ve got one year to make up for lost time, in my own clothes, with plenty of cigarette breaks, which is a bonus. i need to make up for old lost gcses, but i can do that pure art, which could be great if i can just put my head right for a few hours a day. i think i’m strong enough now, i think i’m ready.
my deviantart pageviews go up and up. and everytime i’m astonished by the thought that people actually like my photos. i spend so much time putting myself down and picking holes in everything i do or write or say, i don’t even notice all my little happy stats rising, i don’t think about the messages in my various inboxes from people wanting to see me, who miss me. i’d usually start calling myself names when i realise things like this, but today i think i will accpet it, and admit that i’ve gotten myself a little ‘lost’ recently.
ah yes, and i’ve renamed this space, as you can see, because i thought it was nicer :)
to anybody not familiar with dA, or my ‘=lithiumkitten’ persona, here’s the last thing i tossed into the largest art community on the planet, a follow photograph to my ‘half jack’ post.
i enjoy my gin. i feel quite drunk now but as if i could type crap all night, maybe i will, but i don’t think i ought to do it here. so farewell and good night. xx
oh and don’t forget, you don’t have to be a member of wordpress to comment or just say hello!! i’ve had a few hundered pageveiws here all redy, but only four comments, i don’t want people not to be saying things and talkignto me because they’re not on wordpress. (then again, i might just be uninteresting.)
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