So i have to admit I've totally neglected this blog, and I'm slowly failing in the blogging world. I was going to write about Sarah Jessica Parker and how she's been honouring McQueen by wearing his clothes to red carpet and fashion events. But to be honest I've lost the will to want to write an entry, to find the pictures and sort everything out. If I can't sort my own life out then I certainly don't want to even start on sorting a blog out.
Things are so unsettled at the moment I feel like I don't know if I'm coming or going, or if everything I'm doing is worth while, or what if it doesn't all work out?
I guess everyone has those questions in their head, but currently, I feel like they dominate my thoughts, and instead of inspirational ideas it's been replaced with a dust mist that shrouds everything.
The thing about been artistic is that inspiration does come and go and depression does set in. It almost makes me laugh at people who feel that McQueen was mad for doing what he did. But in reality it's a complete norm. It's nothing that someone could sort out, yeah sure a friend can talk to you about it and make you feel better, but at the end of the day you can't change it. It would be like putting out a fire, sure you can put out the flames easily but it's never gonna stop the fire and sort out whats feeding it in the first place.
When I do a photography project you buzz with ideas then act on them. After your finished you feel amazing and pleased with your work, but moving on can be the hardess thing ever because the fact is, you don't know what your going to produce and how well you do it.
I feel unmotivated and useless, i feel that without my art I have nothing, and now the only thing I have is music to keep me going. Moving back to a town from a city is the worst thing ever. Words cannot describe how dead my life is right now.
I feel like I'm living in limbo and it sucks
I don't know how people write a sentence while blogging, I think you can always sum me up in a sentence, but never sum up my thoughts.