CarambaAlbum
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- Jun 16, 2023
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I want this to be a bit of an open thread for any creatives (art. music, writing, sculpture, ect.) that feel as if their own hatred of their artistic talents partially or majorly contributes to the desire to end your life. I'll give a long winded example:
One of my favorite artists of all time is Bryan Lewis Saunders, his way of drawing self portraits is truly inspiring and I feel a lot of other artists here would great benefit checking out his work. Unfortunately comparing myself to him is almost impossible not to do so the only way I ever make any art now is when I'm drunk. I sneak in booze into a public park and slash at one of my drawing pads viciously, scribbling down all of my self hatred into the page. I only finish when I've drank the whole bottle (70cl of hard liquor) and stumble around the city in a drunken state before ripping out the sheet and sliding it under the door of a "mental health centre" that had fucked me over hard previously as some way of saying "fuck you" to them. Extremely petty, I know. I've stopped since they've threatened to contact the police if I keep doing it.
The art has all been lost but here's a picture of the sketch book I've used for it:
Now recently I tried to get back into art sober but after buying around $50 of art equipment yesterday I just returned it all for a full refund. I just can't fucking stand my art or anything I create. The bandwidth my inane ramblings and shitwork take up could be used for something even remotely more competent and put together. I feel like a waste of space even on the Internet. I feel like I'm heading closer and closer to my goal of ending things, the bad guys won and all the good art has been made.
But what do you think? Maybe we can confide within eachother and share similar experiences, it could make us all feel a bit better (or at least heard).
One of my favorite artists of all time is Bryan Lewis Saunders, his way of drawing self portraits is truly inspiring and I feel a lot of other artists here would great benefit checking out his work. Unfortunately comparing myself to him is almost impossible not to do so the only way I ever make any art now is when I'm drunk. I sneak in booze into a public park and slash at one of my drawing pads viciously, scribbling down all of my self hatred into the page. I only finish when I've drank the whole bottle (70cl of hard liquor) and stumble around the city in a drunken state before ripping out the sheet and sliding it under the door of a "mental health centre" that had fucked me over hard previously as some way of saying "fuck you" to them. Extremely petty, I know. I've stopped since they've threatened to contact the police if I keep doing it.
The art has all been lost but here's a picture of the sketch book I've used for it:
Now recently I tried to get back into art sober but after buying around $50 of art equipment yesterday I just returned it all for a full refund. I just can't fucking stand my art or anything I create. The bandwidth my inane ramblings and shitwork take up could be used for something even remotely more competent and put together. I feel like a waste of space even on the Internet. I feel like I'm heading closer and closer to my goal of ending things, the bad guys won and all the good art has been made.
But what do you think? Maybe we can confide within eachother and share similar experiences, it could make us all feel a bit better (or at least heard).