Tiffinnie - I'm kinda doing it.

When I was in elementary school I drew pictures instead of doing my math homework. I daydreamed instead of listening to the teacher. I colored the pictures instead of giving them names like the homework asked me to do. I doodled and colored and drew all over everything except the walls because my grandmother would have had my hands for that... so instead I waited til I was roughly 9, maybe 10 years old... and when it came time to paint my bedroom from the horrendous light baby pink color that it had been for a couple of years I went very drastic and painted it black. The whole thing. BLACK. Now I know what you're thinking, "why is this relevant to your childhood dream career or your general dream career or anything at all in life, why the hell do we care?" and I have an answer to the first part but not the second because I don't know why you care...

So I painted my room black and then painted cute little things all over that black canvas in blacklight paint. I love paint.

I wanted so bad to be an artist. I wanted to paint and draw and write and be happy. I wanted to make the things in my head leave my head and finally take place in front of my eyes so I could see and so other people could see. IT WAS NECESSARY! When I was angry, I may or may not have drawn my entire 3rd grade class being brutally murdered... and I may or may not have gone to therapy for that picture... and they may or may not have had that picture I drew on file until I graduated highschool... Why do people fear artists? I was merely expressing that I wanted them all to be permanently silences, not that I wanted their dead bodies to be laying around or on fire or have chairlegs through their chests.... O_O people should not live in fear.

Anyways. I am doing that now... no the killings of my 3rd grade classmates... but the artist thing... I know that it doesnt pay much and most of the time it doesn't pay AT ALL... but I love what I do. I paint and draw and write and I'm a photographer and photo editor and I love my pathetic excuse for a career.