Art Class.

I have more than one occasion missed the blissful times of high school where all I had to look forward to, honestly, was art class. 

Really. I miss art. Period. Because of the Internet, I feel as if I have transformed into a fan of art rather than a simple dude with a brush or pen. It angers me. Yet the Internet houses thousandths of awesomely talented people at your fingertips in seconds. Seconds. 

For the creative type, I feel this is a death trap. Creative people? At least the ones I am used to in high school are the weird ones. The abnormal ones. More more you fit into this role, usually the more talented you were. 

Of course, this is my personal experience, so take this with that in mind. 

So as I was saying I feel the internet is a death trap. Especially for creatives. Artists, the ones that don’t follow the galleries, or museums and don’t give a fuck about selling something for thousandths of dollars, I am talking about the mom’s, the dad’s, the fucked-up teenagers that are simply doing art to escape their personalities or other countless troubles that life can present itself with. But those are the people I am talking about. And it is really this type of person, I feel are truly artistically talented. They have an unbelievable amount of skill of transforming their nightmares and dreams into a completely different medium.

I am not talking about traditional design mediums, if anyone reading this knows my background. I am referring to real fucking mediums, your emotions, your history, your dreams and communicating that into something a bit more tangible. That is usually where the fun comes in, - how tangible do you want to be, either the message, or the medium.

Again, back to what I was trying to say. So these fucked up people, introduced to the internet, can in-return get lost in the wave of equally awesome fucked up people. Of course, I feel like any challenge, you simply overcome this and play with it as another source of inspiration. Yet, I feel its a bit darker with me.

I tend to get lost in the wave of amazing artists out there. I think the age-old saying of “ignorance is bliss” is especially true in art. Perhaps not in design, perhaps so, but in art, I truly believe this saying. Not knowing, will ensure you’re own creative intuition. Otherwise, you run the risk of saturating your mind with outside, finished, and often better artwork than you truly believe yourself capable of achieving. That in and of itself is a death wish for any one personally trying to the unthinkable - to create something in your mind, no matter how obscure it may be. I wish, and plan on escaping the digital self I have been absorbed in, for the last seven or so years.

Yes, the digital realm is where I work. I make a living off of it. I love it. I love what I do, but if we want to separate the ingredients for a moment or an hour and really sit down - to reflect upon it. - The digital realm has trashed my mindset, my perception of who I was, who I wanted to be, who I could have been. Me.

That being said. I want my art class back.

I want to feel the enjoyment of not knowing weather I am going to completely bomb the project and create the biggest personal failure of my life, or really make something special. And, I can recall now. That was the drive for me. I never had experience in art. Not that I would call experience now. Yes, I always drew, did artistic shit, but I personally always considered it fun, just some shit I did. I never really pushed myself, to surprise myself until art, in high school.

I want that drive back. Not knowing weather I will fail or not, but giving it my 135% to not fail. Really try to learn the technique and create something, I myself, was proud of.

Then, earlier today. After Skyler pulled an old note, from an old friend, yes, you Katie. It reminded me of art class. Those days. And what really there were like for me. Now that I am over a decade older, it really was amazing.

Art class, that is.

Then I realized. What. The. Fuck. Art class was the best thing I had a the time. Most of the time. For years.

Art class was one hour.

One hour.



I have always planned, and concurred up ideas on how to start somewhere, somehow in art again, but nothing ever happened. Too big of a plan, I think, I have always felt.

But one hour?

I have time for one hour.



Can I do it again? Get into art?