A Clear Pool

I hope I have enough talent to back up how annoying I must be when I talk about myself... Whenever I spend time with new people or coworkers these days I tend to walk away with a weird lingering feeling like a quiet anxiousness. Did I say too much about myself? Did I lie in some way? Was I exaggerating things- and as I undoubtedly did, was it too much or enough to actually be true? It seems like for as much as I talk about myself and my experiences, I doubt myself a bit more than I really should. It also seems like the more I say, the less I am really telling. I used to tell people so much less in the past, and it's almost like things seemed more real and sure back then. Like every time I tell a story or talk about something about myself it becomes less certain- yet is somehow confirmed by whoever is listening...do they believe me? If people believe in or agree about something I say, it somehow becomes more true than the truth and I get confused. I think at first it was a...

Before I graduated from college I often feared it would be the death of my art, seeing other artists with and without art related jobs failing to sustain their production of art when deadlines and class assignments were no longer there to enforce it. Even now I will not pronounce my art dead, although "comatose" might not be that far-off of a diagnosis. It really makes me sad to admit. However even with production at an all time low, the same could not be said for inspiration. I came to Korea anticipating that I would have no shortage of subject matter to draw my attention and inspire me, and I have not been disappointed! I have particular renewed interest in portraiture, and newly discovered desire for the skill of landscape/environment painting (due both to the immeasureable beauty of Korea and the amazing tutorials on youtube from Gurney's Journey). The landscapes are arguably possible considering I have a phone and frequently take pictures of eye-catching scener...