Kirkyard

Have been on dA looking at Phoenix Tattoos, initally on behalf of a friend, but then because I found some truly beautiful artwork as a result of my searches...

The friend I mentioned has an old tattoo that needs covering - he's settled on the idea of a Phoenix, to represent new beginnings (his life is getting much better and is totally on the "up") but needs one that will cover a half-band of lettering across the top of his left arm.

I've been considering all the possible designs, gathering them in a folder for him to look at - and have to admit that some of them have quite tempted me to consider something I'd never even thought about before, because they are so awesome.

Could I ever really get a tattoo though? With such a fickle and capricious mind as mine, I don't think it would be right for me. Maybe if I decide to settle down a bit, one day.

Is that why half of us are on here? Because we're lonely?

I get most thoughtful, most creative, most -craving- of art when I'm lonely and down... I want to connect with someone, and usually the art I find on dA is from the heart.

Noone is kinder than those afraid of criticism themselves.

...so time to get all these thoughts and feelings out in the open, rather than having them fester inside.

Maybe my splatterboard will take a new pounding of paint; or else I'll be interjecting emo poetry with punctuations of random pieces.

I've started uploading some of my old artwork... now it's maybe time I start doing some new stuff.

I have the time, I have the inclination - I just lack the inspiration.

Perhaps, as I'm alone again tonight, if I concentrate really hard, I can come up with something. Maybe I shall use Valentine's for my inspiration.

It's odd that I can't bring myself to make anything without an overwhelming burst of emotion to first spurr me forward and into action.

Plenty of half-finished canvas are testament to what happens when that energy runs out.

So far I've put up only visual things created in moments of pure happiness; and written things in moments of pure depression.

Perhaps I should try switching the two and see if I can come up with some chirpy prose and emo paintings?

Right now, if depth of emotion really does get my creative juices flowing, I must have a masterpiece bubbling away inside me.

Perhaps I'll pick up a brush...