You're too pretty to be weird and too weird to be pretty.
And you feel strange when people try to talk to you. So get a job, it's safer than art. Maybe people won't point and stare so much. Even if they're only in your head. Especially if they're only in your head.
Ouch.
ReplyDeleteDear you,
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining this website, I really appreciate all your works. I'e been reading them all day and keep falling deeper in love with your words. Thanks again for being so knowledgable in the ways of love to write these.
I would enjoy getting to know you better.
Sincerely, Becca.
Dear You,
ReplyDeletebut I could never leave my art behind.
let the world think I am weird and I shall continue to read your letters and write back
Love,
Amy
so youre not a 22 yr old girl named jenet ?
ReplyDeleteI think we can still work something out~! Seriously , that was funny reading that youre a guy!
Your writing is great and unique as far as I know. I like the contradictions and ambiguity ( no bad intended there just winging this observations) enabling people to personalize the words. Great idea. Im afriad I only now get it as it happened to me lol.
I didnt read all of the posts but I think its also a lot of you in there that makes it work, not just a cool idea.
Ill stop analyzing this now lol and just enjoy my previous naivete.
funny stuff
i took this post to mean if the desire to be an artist is stronger than the doubts then at least your gonna give it a shot. Id add give yourself some time too.
I had a little taste of a real job and it sucked. Business world is brutal and evil imho.
Now i have my own site and small business selling art
thanks ian? i thought she was saying elaine first
what a day lol!
But what if those people in my head are sometimes you, mirrored?
ReplyDeleteWhat if I can't survive without your voice, even if all that escapes from your mouth are taunts & jeers?
If you hadn't forgotten that art was pain, I wouldn't have had to convince you that I needed this & I needed you.
You can hide yourself in your cubicle, behind your desk. Just know that for every hour you spend there, I spend three walled inside of my head.
<3 this is beautiful, because it is true. The truest of trues.
ReplyDeleteI've been reading your words for years now and haven't ever commented... But something in those lines today touched me more than usual.
ReplyDeleteI know there is nothing I could say more powerful than the simplicity of Thank You.
Thank you. Partly for your words, mostly for the hope you give and always for your love.
Please know that it's reciprocated.
So you see, imagination needs moodling - long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering. Brenda Ueland
ReplyDeleteI love this post. Sometimes, you know how to say in a few words exactly what I've been through for years.
ReplyDeleteThank You
I love this post. Sometimes, you say in a few words what I've been living for years. Thank You
ReplyDeleteWhy do I feel like this post was just written for me?
ReplyDeleteEvery post you write is an inspiration to me. Thank you.
I think I might have been pretty, once. When the weirdness was hidden.
ReplyDeleteUnique For Being Me. No Matter What You Think. Or Where We Be. Ideas Patterns Themselves. In My Head.
ReplyDeletei cant write you a comment right now coz im still thinking about what you wrote.
ReplyDeleteart should never be played safe.
ReplyDeleteHello me.
ReplyDeleteI'm shy. I didn't want to be the art. It's a naked feeling. Shows me more than I want to see. Your art is what I want to see. You are more beautiful than me.
ReplyDeletegive me all the pain, of everyone. I'm going to turn it into hope.
ReplyDeleteThis is me. This is so me.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Thank you so much for posting this. This is excatly what I feel like. You don't know how much this has meant to me.
ReplyDeleteAnd you feel strange when people try to talk to you. Yes, yes I do.
ReplyDeleteThis is me, in a nutshell. Your blog is soul food.
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