Friday, April 09, 2010


I don't think I could do it.

Never wander around, the prisoner of brilliance.  Broke and drunk with ideas.  Passion overcoming practicality.  Romance trumping reality.  I already know it.

My white walls are covered with dynamic magazine pages tacked with painter's tape.  My bottom drawer is full of blue jeans. My fridge holds Orange juice, one percent and a Brita.  I spend on things like snowboarding and Sony stereos on which I occasionally listen to the countdown.  I like Van Gogh's work because his colour and style is beautiful.  I hate Picasso's because it's ugly and doesn't make sense.  I usually sleep at night.  I like being in control of how I feel and how I'm acting.  Anger makes me want to swear, shout and punch things.  Not create a masterpiece.  I read Peanuts and Calvin and Hobbes.

So I can't be one of them.  Them with their misbuttoned sweaters, bleary eyes and corduroy.  Loosely masked anarchy, cold apartments, bespecled lovers, ironic welfare cheques.  Sensitive, deep and emotional.  They're closer then me, and they know it.  They're just misunderstood.

I may try, but I won't succeed.


Holly Renee said...

I think you are an artist with your words. They are beautiful.

Allison said...

I'm a pretty big hypocrite when it comes to the artist's life.

I want a art studio in the next place I live. I want to have room to paint, and craft and not feel cramped. I can see it in my mind. My easel, a big table, shelves full of supplies...

But I also know that I need a real job, with a steady income and so on and so on.

The thing that makes me mad is that now I have tonnes of time to paint etc., but no space to do it. Being responsible will cripple my creative side. It's an ongoing battle I have.

The things I love doing VS. The things I should do

Kris said...

Holly, you are too kind. But don't stop :). There is more to this post, that even I can't put my finger one.

Allison, you read this! That's exciting. I love that I inspired comment. Please note that I am differentiating between people who can create art, and artists...
You are certainly the former (I've stopped by your etsy), maybe one day you can pursue the latter.

Allison said...

I am flattered you've looked at my Etsy. It took me a long time to find the courage to start one.

There's so much talent on Etsy - I feel like a hack sometimes.

This is why I'd never run around calling myself an artist...I'm just someone who dabbles.

Carly Findlay said...

I found your blog on 20SB and have to say, I really enjoy your writing, from what I read so far.
I could never work where I didn't know when my next dollar was coming from. I need security. An artist's lifestyle is far different from mine, yet similar in many ways. I am creative. Enjoy my own company. Sensitive. Deep. Emotional. But I am not thrifty so could not live off the smell of an oily rag (quite literally there).

Anonymous said...

Echo Holly Renee's sentiment.
You truly have a way with words.

I've always thought of travelling as a kind of art. You immerse yourself in it completely, let it overtake you and assault your every sense with something new, something unknown. It's jumping in the deep end and letting a baser instinct control you, tell you how to move and where to do it. It makes you see the world from a whole different perspective.

That's art too, in a way.


p.s: I love C&H too. Van Gogh >> Picasso x infinity.

Also, the image you draw of artists/hipsters. It amused me- 'ironic welfare cheques' indeed. Heh.

Sarah Ann said...

This is gorgeous writing and I adore it. And your blog!

Kris said...

Thank-you Sarah! Your blog is exceptionally cute and I have followed you back. (Carly, replied at 20sb).

Risha. I am in love with this comment. Honestly, I think it's a new favourite! Everything about it is truly awesome.

rebecca joy said...

this is amazing. you perfectly captured the portrait of most artists. :)