tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243607314416026882024-03-08T03:10:27.460-08:00Crisis on Infinite ArtsG.A. Marstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12328544772251044716noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724360731441602688.post-55679209928928558442010-06-04T12:04:00.000-07:002010-06-04T12:56:00.285-07:00Crisis on Infinite ArtsFor months now, I've been kind of lollygagging around with my art. I tried to jump in feet first to something I wasn't prepared for, and as a result, got discouraged. Rather than attempt to break through my artistic boundaries, I stalled out, and found excuse after excuse as to why I couldn't finish any artwork. "I don't have the right paper," I'd say, or "I should be doing laundry." The real reason is that I was depressed. Going through rough times on a personal level often means that the things you love, even (and especially) the things that should move you past your depression fall by the wayside.<br /><br />Well, long story short, I'm sick of being a sad bastard and I'm ready to be creative again. I'll be posting here as often as possible, with no agenda.G.A. Marstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12328544772251044716noreply@blogger.com0