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Maybe its the concussion I gave myself, or my sporadic indecisiveness of my situation, but an unsettling tug of war stopped my normal daily accomplishments. Not that I have a ton of daily tasks as an 11.5 month unemployed person suffering from an unmotivated broken ego due to the rejections of a society who only sees normalcy in structure and stability. But the idea of what to do, how to do it, and where to be has kept my mind at race. I like everywhere, but no where at the same time. I want to stay, but I want to go back. It could be great here, but it could be shitty as well. The same happening any where that I go.
The happiness has dissipated in strength and consistency over the months. Hope and excitement appears only as the horizon stepping back every time an effort tries to make an approach. Though without pursuit would only cause strife. For what is life your not dancing the tango with it?
Am I woman or am I an animal? Am I a portion or the entirety? Right or wrong, happy or sad? What is there that I am not seeing? That I was trained not to see by the inevitable growth within conformism. I'm sure it is blatant. Its just finding the right riddle to solve that proves to be tricky.
The line work reflects a tribal feel as well as its multiple meanings and images that comprise the entirety. While it isn't my favorite piece that I've ever done, it does fully express me today, and for that reason, is why I could never fully hate any art piece completed as an extension of one's soul.
Maybe its the concussion I gave myself, or my sporadic indecisiveness of my situation, but an unsettling tug of war stopped my normal daily accomplishments. Not that I have a ton of daily tasks as an 11.5 month unemployed person suffering from an unmotivated broken ego due to the rejections of a society who only sees normalcy in structure and stability. But the idea of what to do, how to do it, and where to be has kept my mind at race. I like everywhere, but no where at the same time. I want to stay, but I want to go back. It could be great here, but it could be shitty as well. The same happening any where that I go.
The happiness has dissipated in strength and consistency over the months. Hope and excitement appears only as the horizon stepping back every time an effort tries to make an approach. Though without pursuit would only cause strife. For what is life your not dancing the tango with it?
Am I woman or am I an animal? Am I a portion or the entirety? Right or wrong, happy or sad? What is there that I am not seeing? That I was trained not to see by the inevitable growth within conformism. I'm sure it is blatant. Its just finding the right riddle to solve that proves to be tricky.
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