"i'm an artist."

samflower: //snipped convos for dashboard’s sake//

anotherdamnartist: Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice. As an ARTIST, because yes, I call myself an ARTIST, because I am that “artsy” girl, and that obnoxious kind of person who has maybe just a little too much pride and might come off snippity when it comes to my photography, I say that I would do ANYTHING to continue my art.

Just YESTERDAY I spent 3,000 on buying a macbook to enhance my digital photos, a printer to print them and aperature softward pre-installed for the best I can do.

I have a PLETHURA of supplies, but thats due to Micheal’s security system being so sadly poor. I break the rules to continue things I love to do, and to me, that is okay even if it’s the “wrong” thing, or “bad” in other’s eyes. I’m passionate about what I do.

samflower: I would just “like” this, but I want other people to see Sam’s crazy passion for what she does, so it gets a reblog.

I’ll admit, I’m not willing to go as far as stealing, or getting a job I hate to earn more, or sacrificing things that I love more than art (there are many things I do love more). I’m just not to that point yet, and maybe I won’t ever be. That’s okay with me, just like it’s okay with you.

And when I say I hate the word “artsy”, I mean people who think of themselves as more than they should, or flaunt it around like they’re the greatest thing since VanfreakingGogh, but have no skill, effort, or hard work to show for it. I know and work with a LOTLOTLOT of these types, and they make me nauseous. Trust me, you ain’t artsy, you go the whole way and be an artist.

HAHAHAHA. I’m sorry, but are you serious?? Stealing paintbrushes or silk flowers or whatever from your local craft supply sore does not make you an artist, it makes you a CRAZY PERSON. Although some might say the two are indistinguishable.

I gave up trying to figure out when I was supposed to become an artist a long time ago. Is it the first time I make something I’m proud of? Is it when I become the next Damien Hirst (vom)? Is it when I can throw a can of paint against a wall and BS someone into thinking it has some kind of existential meaning? Whatever. I don’t care for the label anymore. I do what I do, and I’ll do it until I’m tired of doing it, and then maybe I’ll do something else.

Problems

Have you ever eaten something because they were hungry, only to be left even less satisfied than they were to begin with? I just ate some kind of Healthy Choice quesadilla and it was maybe the nastiest thing I’ve ever consumed. But I ate it because A) I was hungry and B) I can’t stand the thought of wasting food, even if it is the apparently least edible thing in my kitchen.

In other news, my phone is trashed at the moment. Which is unfortunate because one of my old professors has been trying to get ahold of me to chat and I really want to catch up with him, but I can’t because the speaker part doesn’t work. Ugh. And I just bought this phone.