Honestly, I have truly been slacking on my art.
It's so hard to have my one escape in an inescapable place.
Being the difficult Diana that everyone knows, I tend to drive away from the inescapable. I've never been good at being cooped up.
Never being home leads to never giving myself time to paint leads to the regretful lack of creativity.
I often ponder about new ideas. I wander through my internal drawings, sliding down paint strokes and splashing in watercolors. All that creativity is building up, tighter and fuller, like rushing water smacking against a dam. I fear one day, someone will find me, sprawled between five canvas, having my way with my earth tones.
Unfortunately, I have been doing quite a lot of the business aspect of the art world. Researching, networking, begging for opportunities, and just that one chance that someone will believe that I'm ready to dive in and not look back.
This is me, at my rawest.
And my head is still held high with a smirk at the corner of my mouth.
