morgueville,heartland living.

i wouldn't want to be refered to as an artist. i would prefer 'art student', since the former is too iconic a term and i am still pretty much still an amateur, so to speak.


meanwhile, i'm in the art room now.


and to have a block isn't the best thing i need now. i've come to accept blocks as parts and parcels of being an artist. it's mental torture, with visual constipation all rounded up in what i call a sudden departure of imagination. it's painful. you can stare at your canvas for hours not knowing what you should do on it. and then you realised you've wasted so much precious time. a rich visonary of imagination may be contained in your head but that's just one thing (but that's essential.). to put it on canvas is another. art is something that takes alot of courage. more often than not, i took that huge leap of faith. either i know i've caught myself in a dead end. or that i've caught myself a surprise. i get both all the time.
these depends on perspectives.


it's always good to go insane for awhile to stay sane. (just so you know, for every few words that i typed, i looked back at the panels hoping for a stroke of inspiration. it never happen. yet. i shall remain positive.) it's when you cook up enough courage to engage insane thoughts and venture crazy paths can you realised there's nothing insane about that. and that is when you fall back to earth. another good way for insanity is just so that you can channel that to the canvas. insanity is a good excuse for accidental inspiration. we all go a little insane once in awhile. let your screws go loose. you see things differently. the only reason why people find them queer is only because they are different from themselves. why go with the crowd?


blocks drive me insane. but the moment it flows, it won't stop. and that makes me a very happy man.