I’m not sure who my grandfather was.
I’m not sure if I ever will be or ever want to be. All I know is that people cared about him. People cared for him. They’d feed him, bathe him, and do every other thing necessary. It’s beautiful. As babies, our parents do the same to us, and as we grow older, we do the same to them. Still, not quite sure who the man was, but I’m sure that my grandfather was a good man. if not, there wouldn’t have been this many people ... read more
i relate to this concept of wanting to make art, starting to make art, then not being able to motivate myself enough to finish it, maybe I love blank slates too much. It does really feel like art is sucking the life out of me.