Fears

I'm a nontraditional student, meaning: I am the "old guy" sitting in the classroom. The "mama" of the group.  A title I've apparently always worn, according to my closest friends.  
I remember one particular young face from when I first started this grand educational adventure (longer ago than I like to admit).  She was arrogant, mean and knew nothing of the real world.  Every encounter with her was... just dreadful. She had talent and a spirit about her, but it was masked with an ugly demeanor. 
To this day I remember one of her painting series.  It was on nightmares. Her nightmares. I can recall the colors so vividly. They were bold, warm colors swirling around the canvas. The "creature" found within gave off a fiery tone but didn't evoke fear per say.  I couldn't relate to her "fears."
As I'm planning my next series, my mind keeps going back to her's.  Mine will embody some of my greatest fears, but in a whole different manner.  I've been told I paint "happy little paintings."  They are layered with vibrant color.  But, if you look closely....

I'm a little afraid of this series...that's good, right?

My Brain Hurts

What has been created can be appreciated but also destroyed.  What is learned and brought forward can last forever.

-Jessie Bayless

The battle continues with process vs. product.

The blankness of my sketch paper taunts me. The beginning of the Fall semester is bitter sweet with the influx of fresh ideas and the sluggish summer brain that refuses to work.

I have Advanced Tech in Art this semester.  One of my last art classes until graduation (also taking jewelry, figure painting, and digital imaging).  I plan to student teach in the Spring semester and graduate with my BS in Art Education with a Middle Endorsement. 

I have to decide what I am going to paint.  Preferably, something meaningful.... I have several not-well-thoughtout ideas... I will collect them and it will come.  Creativity is easily squashed... Don't rush the process.... at least right now.

Me sitting in the coffee shop, desperately trying not to squash the process... need more coffee...