I'm thinking of working on a series of portraits of my friends... I'm just so sick of only having reference photos only of myself lying around (that's why my gallery is so full of ME. eww). I'm really over my face in general, despite how sexy it may happen to be...

They'll be in my liquid-ink corel painter style I suppose. I'm thinking obscure colours. Black hair, mainly black clothes. The emphasis will be on the face and face alone. I suppose model giacomo is a good start...

People are always saying that art is about creativity. Art is about beauty. Art is about expression. BLAH BLAH.

Although this is true, I believe there is a more important quality an artist must posess that is often overlooked.

Consistency.

I look around everywhere... everyone has such a beautiful style. In many cases the artist is easily recognisable through the art work.

Then I look at my stuff. Completely random and eclectic in the worse kind of way. Stencils, varying photography, comics drawn in completely alternating styles. It's ridiculous. It's like I vaguely mimic anything I see and feel like doing at the time. Perhaps you should call me "The Sampler" from now on.

All I want is some damn consistency in what I do, but I just can't see that happening.

It's becoming harder and harder to find actual photography on this site.

It's like... I have this overwhelming desire to fav everything I find that isn't an overly-contrasted, egotisitical piece of shit self-portrait or random snapshot that had absolutely no thought put into it whatsoever.



Grr!


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a bodgy repair man fucked up the computer gooood. "alana's documents" no longer exists!!! all my art is gone!!! all of it!!!! so are my photos with my favourite bands!!! and all of my compositions!!!! all of it!!! gone!!!!!!!!

aahahah!!! everyone else's files are fine... except mine! LOL. my 4000+ mp3s! BYE!!!!


HAHAHAHAH NO REALLY, I'M DYING ON THE INSIDE.

Reality is a cage. Nothing but a cage.



So be awesome and do like Lany does; escape it as best as you can.



Close your eyes and enjoy the resonating sounds of a piano or a glockenspiel.
Stare up at the clouds and squint in the sunlight.
Watch the swirly patterns as you mix paints.
Sew colourful buttons on a bag.
Count the stars at night.

And if all else fails, get absolutely blind drunk and have no regrets.



Retreat to your imagination.



Stay there as long as you can, because nothing is worse than that reality check that will oh-so-often come along and slap you in the face.