December 6, 2017
and it was predictable, indescribable, incredible
because you never think it’d happen to you until it really does
until you look at it straight in the eye
and think:
wow that must be something
but its not
it is just a random pile scattered together
and i thought i knew what i was doing because the image in my head looked so right
but i sat there staring
and it didnt seem right. it wasnt right. it was terrifying
i shouldve known that
i cant create value, shadow and light, out of compositions that already contain value
so what do I do now?
I don’t know.
it’s like a “right person, wrong time” analogy
if it was really the right person why in the world would it be at the wrong time?
if my piece is really the piece I’ve been working up to why did inspiration not hit me at the right moment
but there’s still that what if.
and my piece still contains a what if.
because what if i can change the composition, change something to make it what I want
wrong time. wrong way. something’s wrong.
I just don’t know what.
I’ll figure it out
