I’m on my 3rd year in college. Only one more year left… But I’ve been not going to class for about 2 weeks. Going there feels like someone is strangling me and I feel like all of their eyes are looking at me and judging me. I feel like shit. I feel like a trash. I’m useless. Although my parents think I’m going to school, but I don’t and I only go at the place where I dreamed of living by myself. The city that is bright and beautiful at night. The city where full of artist like me are there. The city where I feel like I’m free. I dreamed of being a freelancer Illustrator and living in a condo there. Living just by myself. I always go there when I need a breather. But recently, I can’t draw… I can’t make myself draw… I feel dead..
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My sister once asked me to compose music for a song. Gave me a deadline. I skipped it. Gave me another. I skipped that too. And, after two more deadlines, this is what I said to her, “I am not a factory, I am an artist. I don’t manufacture, I create. ”
Draw something related to that what is dead inside you. Draw that death. Draw whatever you feel.
Good luck!