I feel like I am floundering around in the gloopy (its a word if I say it's a word) swamp of my creativity. I just can't figure out my specific and individual style. I mess around in all medias, and I'm mediocre at all of them. They all seem pretty boring and typical as well, and I would like to think I'm anything but boring and typical. So expect a lot of weirdness in the next couple weeks from me while I take the time to discover who I am artistically and how I want to change the world with what I can create.

So, today I posted a couple of inky papers that vauguely resemble Elliot Smith. "Oh ew, how cliche!" you say? Oh well. I'm from Portland, I'm allowed to be all ooeygooey about Elliot, he's our favorite misfit cousin with the crippling drug addiction. I've always been a bit facinated by his appearance. It seems the man was a jumble of opposites all perfectly harmonizing to create a musical genius. Dark, sad, scary lyrics, a sweet angelic voice, and a scarred, aged and homely appearance, an obviously old soul. Very interesting. The oposition was something I was going for in those drawings. I am really considering blowing them up and putting them on canvas, maybe with a newspaper background or something else kinda weird...I don't know.
It's a work in progress....
I'm a work in progress...
-Inga