Van Gogh Times

My new art project is a secret because I'm making it for a good friend of mine and I'm pretty sure my good friends read this blog. But I need to say I'm excited.

My creativity comes in spurts (thankfully, usually around her birthday), and it's never something I've been able to ignore. Sometimes it's an idea I've never seen before, never thought of before, and sometimes I don't know if I can pull it off. Friends are used to hearing "Here's what I see happening, tell me if it's impossible...", to which their response is sometimes wary, but always supportive.

Because they know. I'm powerless. The project will go ahead, no matter what anyone says.

It consumes all of my focus. I'm under some sort of crazed unstable state of mind, talking to myself, not eating, listening to weird jazz music, and snapping out only for a cigarette. Even wine provides little distraction, although I drink heavily during this period.

I'm also a purist, which means what I imagine during step 1 doesn't waver too much from the final result. I'd be lost if I didn't have the original picture as a home base, so there's no room for adjustments. I'd go nutso.

There's a little insight into my world. Are all the good artists crazy artists? I damn-it-all hope so.