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a painting I made for my college a year ago, i say my college, i think part of me just wanted or needed to make this, does that sound cliche? I'm sad to say i don't care, but i do want to submit it here, odds are it will just be lost in the ether of DA and people ail ljust respond with "thats cool!" and "wow great work!" but to be honest to them its just a pretty picture…maybe it is, maybe its not a meaningful statement, maybe its just a piece of cotton on a wooden board covered in paint, who knows…but at least it is SOMETHING, i made it, but i have no pride, in anything. i put as much work as can be put into a painting and thats all i wanted. i could go into detail into what it all looks to express like who the person is or what the cards mean…but i won't, I'm tired of the idea that it feels good to talk to people about your problems, I know what they mean in a way and i will keep it that way, you decide what this means to anyone, including yourself, this much text should be in a journal i guess but neither these descriptions or the journals get read, I'm not doing this for watches or favourites or even comments by the way, they don't pay bills or create much activity but that is in no way offence to anyone. as you can tell I'm not in my usual nonchalant mood that people put on the computer to seem like there ok no matter what…this is because I'm not ok, Iv never been ok and in the end neither was van goh, edger alan poe, Edward munch or h.p love craft. this painting isn't a masterpiece, its not a joke for intellectual philosophers to laugh about in 40 years time, its not just something I did for an establishment of shepherds who heard hoards of sheep. rain pours and thus takes away water from the ocean, not all of it comes back, you pour water from a jar and the water is gone once it is drunk, I have poured something of myself into this painting, and will continue to do so with my drawings, because out of everything i have failed to give my all at i shall in my art and my creations, because i would rather lose a part of myself in something i actually know how to do, if that even is it, then keep it locked away boiling in hatred, and anger, and fear, and shame. but those aren't entirely necessary, not all emotions are, on the contrary fear keeps me going, cautions me, where as happiness, kindness, even adoration all lead to disappointment…goth and emo are the words in your minds by now aren't they? it doesn't matter since my care has long disintegrated, I'm not posting this for opinions but i won't stop you from making them, your entitled after all but please just know that this painting is not just art, this is not an object to be admired or disposed, merely observed.

this is…me.

Description
a painting I made for my college a year ago, i say my college, i think part of me just wanted or needed to make this, does that sound cliche? I'm sad to say i don't care, but i do want to submit it here, odds are it will just be lost in the ether of DA and people ail ljust respond with "thats cool!" and "wow great work!" but to be honest to them its just a pretty picture…maybe it is, maybe its not a meaningful statement, maybe its just a piece of cotton on a wooden board covered in paint, who knows…but at least it is SOMETHING, i made it, but i have no pride, in anything. i put as much work as can be put into a painting and thats all i wanted. i could go into detail into what it all looks to express like who the person is or what the cards mean…but i won't, I'm tired of the idea that it feels good to talk to people about your problems, I know what they mean in a way and i will keep it that way, you decide what this means to anyone, including yourself, this much text should be in a journal i guess but neither these descriptions or the journals get read, I'm not doing this for watches or favourites or even comments by the way, they don't pay bills or create much activity but that is in no way offence to anyone. as you can tell I'm not in my usual nonchalant mood that people put on the computer to seem like there ok no matter what…this is because I'm not ok, Iv never been ok and in the end neither was van goh, edger alan poe, Edward munch or h.p love craft. this painting isn't a masterpiece, its not a joke for intellectual philosophers to laugh about in 40 years time, its not just something I did for an establishment of shepherds who heard hoards of sheep. rain pours and thus takes away water from the ocean, not all of it comes back, you pour water from a jar and the water is gone once it is drunk, I have poured something of myself into this painting, and will continue to do so with my drawings, because out of everything i have failed to give my all at i shall in my art and my creations, because i would rather lose a part of myself in something i actually know how to do, if that even is it, then keep it locked away boiling in hatred, and anger, and fear, and shame. but those aren't entirely necessary, not all emotions are, on the contrary fear keeps me going, cautions me, where as happiness, kindness, even adoration all lead to disappointment…goth and emo are the words in your minds by now aren't they? it doesn't matter since my care has long disintegrated, I'm not posting this for opinions but i won't stop you from making them, your entitled after all but please just know that this painting is not just art, this is not an object to be admired or disposed, merely observed.

this is…me.