Personal struggles. What the world means to you. What you mean to yourself.
This is a problem. What am I to me and how am I my art? I am not a still life, nor a simple portrait. What do I believe in? Politics aren't so important to me. Neither is religion.

Maybe that is what I should do with my art. Fuck these people who draw and paint shit about George Bush. Sure, it has meaning for the time at hand, and it is great for historical stuff and whatever. Rousing emotion. Yay them.
But what am I concerned with? The purity of freedom. The irrationality of organized religion. I am sorry to all of you who have religions-- I respect you. I just don't understand it myself. I know about it. I have studied these things a bit, having grown up and been forced into confirmation and all that-- and also reading mythology, listening about other religions from friends, and researching a few through my own curiosity. Actually, I should read more. I need to know more about Buddhism and Taoism and all of those eastern religions.
Anyhow, the point is I believe in the us. You and I. I and they. Some force of energy could have made the universe through a giant clash like the big bang-- that hazy energy could be the closest thing to 'God' there is. But it is a thing. And it is not human, nor human thinking, nor who's to say it even has a mind? It is just there and in everything. Energy is neither created nor destroyed, right?

But yeah. Other than that energy, I believe in nothing. The afterlife I might a little because of so many ghost sightings and all of that nonsense, but it makes sense almost. No one really knows about the afterlife. Homn.


But this is what I think. And this is what I might try to incorporate into my art. I just don't know how yet. This, as I said before, has been a bad art week.