Going back the way you came to find out when and where you lost your way

I was looking back through my old sketch books trying to find out when and where art stopped being fun, when painting became a painful chore instead of the joy of expression. I know it happen somewhere during sophomore year, and I am determined to go back to where I was freshman year and pick up there. I'm tired of catering to the needs and tastes of my fellow classmates to live up to some kind of imaginary and arbitrary artistic standard. This idea of going back to painting they way I used to, without trying to give it some kind of meaning or purpose in the art world, fills me with a sense of excitement I've missed over the last two years.

Because pigs CAN fly in my opinion...

Pigs fly in my world, but they are bad fliers and always wind up getting stuck on spits and half naked natives build fires underneath them and roast them and share the porky goodness with the world...

Illustration Friday: Pretend

Playing pretend makes friendships stronger. Little Moe and Teddy will be best friends forever!!!




Best Friends by Dana Allexis Miller is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

I can't draw. Honestly, I can't...

I really should draw more, but every time I pick up a moleskine and a pen, I get scared. I used to draw all the time, but now I'm lucky if I can scratch out doodle. Even my etsy shop is suffering from my inability to draw. Its like 3.5 years of at school has rendered me incapable of making art. Ironic aint it?

"I wish I could have told you..."

....that I didn't like the way you said it. It was mean, even if you where joking. Or maybe I am just too sensitive. But I still think it was mean, and you shouldn't say such things. It hurts peoples felings. Maybe I'm too considerate, or maybe your not considerate enough. Maybe it would have been different if you would have said it in a funny voice, or with a stupid look on your face. Then maybe my feelings wouldn't hurt, and I wouldn't be writing this...