mailmandeliver's Journals on Buzznet http://mailmandeliver.buzznet.com/user/journal/ en-us <![CDATA[The passion]]> http://mailmandeliver.buzznet.com/user/journal/61344/ Mastering something takes time and dedication to say the least. It's not what you prevail over, it is if you learn from you trip. For all the years I’ve been alive, and to me its not a lot. I’ve always came close to being master of something but ending just short of my mission. Everything was a disappointment ,with little support from my peer's or mentors. If I wanted to just quit then I had little resistance. That is way I am so lucky to have my wife. She is my guiding light ,helping me in keeping focused. So now I have a mentor , adviser and a friend, each helping me to my goal, to master my prospective of Art.

]]> Buzznet mailmandeliver 2006-10-09T20:16:38Z <![CDATA[my Trip's in time]]> http://mailmandeliver.buzznet.com/user/journal/60928/ I cant remember when art drew me in. I do know it was my release from the real world. As I was growing up, I would pull a sheet of paper out ,using what ever I had for a medium .I'd face down and cover every inch both front and back with twisted cartoons and symbels of my rage and disappointment in life. I wasnt very good, not like I am a master now, but my art was ruff as sand paper. My folks thought it was a gift and sent me to art school early on. That too was a disappointment. The "Teacher " gave me a broom and for the first few classes I sweep his studio. So I didnt return after a couple more times. My art at that time was not something used to better myself, more like a place to let my hate go. I dont think my folks understood my art then and I dont think they understand it now.We're past that point and I dont hold it against them, thier just simple folkafter all. Most of my "Art" is painful memories that need  to be told. They are dreams and thoughts ,feeling and ideas that float thru my head daily. Its hard to produce a "good work" for its painful . I'm not sure if you'd understand. My mind is flying with visions and ideas, trapped and wanting out. The paper and pencils try to re-inact what my mind is telling them to do. However if I go to long with out creating something my mind fills to the brim with hate and angier ,so its a never ending road. Like I said I cant remeber when art go a hold of me, however I know were its taking me... Until next time nice to meet you.

 

Sincerely, CWR

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