Art and Me, Skipping Through Fields of Daisies:

Deborah
Originally uploaded by damienleeson.

Deborah
8x11, Color Pencil

In the grand scope of Art I've decided just to stick with being a cartoonist and work for my own bloody pleasure rather than make vain attempts to please the world of Art.

I'm not good enough as it is. (This is not an attempt at self pity, but a very honest and true observation about the quality of art I produce) I have potential, but not passion. And passion is what it takes to make art. Granted I could make more attempts to force myself into liking it, but that would only produce more frustration and anger. (The last painting I did I got seriously pissed. I don't really know why either. It just got mad as hell.)

Why do I force myself? Mostly because there is a voice in my head telling me it is what everyone expects out of me.

I like drawing cartoons; mostly characters, but there isn't anything I can do with that. Cartoons, video games. Not interested though.

I want to take comfort in the fact that I'm free to do whatever I want, but I can't. It still feels like I'm trapped in a box. Inside which is a short pole. Attached to the pole is a short chain. A short chain that has me tied around the neck.

All of which is symbolic for my interpretations of the supposed thoughts of myself and others towards me. (Does that make sense?)

You'd think having recognized the problem it could be done away with, right? Well that is another story.

Luv,
Clay