One step.
One voice.
Telling me to stop.
Two voices, shouting to continue.
Three steps, one back, two forwards.
You.
Me.
You is one and me is one.
One and one is two.
You and me is us.
Two is us.
Two steps.
Two voices.
Telling us to stop.
Four voices, shouting to continue.
Six steps, two back, four forwards.
Us.
Here is my art history timeline:
0: none
1: took a crayon and started decorating the walls
2: realised a pencil was ment for drawing on paper
3: started to litter the house with my doodles, drew something with real thick black pencil, looked back at it later and thought it was a coloring picture, then tried to figure out what it was ment to look like
4: started kindergarden and drew a princess in a flower garden
5: kept on drawing more mishapen creatures
6: told everyone coloring a coloring picture that they should colour neatly and do not scratch
7: I started drawing leprechauns, flowerpots and christmas trees
8: I finally found the
I want to paint a different world
But not the regular type
I paint words and pictures all the same
And chat with friends on skype
I want to fly over the planet
And count the stars from there
I want to see what I've been on for years
And see it from the air
I want to finish school
Be free to go where I want
And know for myself what I can do
Not have somebody tell me I can't
I could write down still a hundred things
That I would want to be
But there is one thing that I know for sure
And that is: I'll be me
I love writing just as much as art. Stories just inspire me and make me always find a way to go on, in my art I always think of a story or I make art which fits in a story.
Example: see my dA muro swamp monster I have in my head: Fierce and pittyless, a dark figure finds it's way through the water on the way to it's next victim. The camouflage skin hard as stone and the look in it's eyes full of fury and wrath. Ready to take revenge on those who dare to cross it's domain, the monster destroys everything on it's path.
and then I start drawing