My first piece for my art experiment, entitled "World on My Shoulders" a tribute to Picasso. I was up till one a.m. finishing it and I'm extremely nervous if this is an indication of my project. I need to go back to art school. It's juvenile, primitive and amateur. But I'm sure Picasso, Matisse, Monet or any of the greats didn't create masterpieces with their first painting. Worst part of being an artist is -- usually you're not appreciated until you die. I came close a couple times.
I totally feel like the woman in this picture. Thinking about my responsibilities, my present, past and future I just want to lay my head down and not think because it can be so overwhelming at times. How am I going to keep this house over my head, how am I going to fix the leak in my bedroom ceiling, what can I possibly do to earn enough money to keep paying for food, electricity and a car and God forbid I have to go back into the hospital. How did the world get so complicated? Have we really improved our lives with all our modern technology? Look how sick we are as a society. Depression, alcoholism, stomach ulcers, cancer, heart attacks. Are we really better off? The Indians didn't suffer from these conditions until we invaded their world.
Sometimes, I wish I could live on a desolate tropical island, lay on the beach all day soaking in the sun and salty air. Fish and pick bananas when I got hungry and sleep in a bamboo hut. No cell phones, no traffic, no bills just existing. Perhaps that would get boring after a while although I'd like to try it. Anyone like to come?
