Art

“ Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to."
— Jim Jarmusch

I cannot say I'm really an artist.
I have been in choir throughout all of my schooling..yet do not love it.
Drawing, Painting, anything of that nature is foreign to me.
Writing..lets just say my words don't impress me.
Instruments? Horrible rhythm, yet still pursuing the Guitar.
Dance? Always doubted myself.
Acting? NO!
Music..Inspires but nothing more.

Yet I admire art. I would love to see a ballet in New York or Paris.
Photography is a distant love of mine.
I know nothing of art, only what I hear and see.

I feel as though, I'm not really alive.
Trapped.
Every inspiration..is smother by the hatred I feel.
The anger towards my family.
Frustration of high school.
I just want to get out.
Absorb the outside world.
I depend on attention, I'm insecure, I'm terrified.
Yet if only I could get out, see the world.
Discover myself.
Would I be happy?
Could I devour the world around me?
Would I respect it?

So many people have dreams about their jobs and how they might acquire them,
their families', and future homes.

First thing in College I want to buy an old book of assorted poems and spend everyday reading a new one.
Buy a really nice camera and take pictures of anything and everything.
Yoga.
Take a road trip to the Grand Cannon.
Study Abroad.
Just live life.
Sit in a cafe for hours..without noticing any one else.
Learn to Snow Board
Open my own Cafe..
One where each person can request a book for the store..

I'm waiting.
Waiting for life.
Waiting to live the life I feel I deserve.
I sit here day after day.
Wasting the time I have until I can be free.
Until I am truly independent.
Until I am out of my parents house.
I know if I stay in this place..this state
I will amount to nothing.
Travel is freedom
Travel is beauty
Travel is the art I crave.