feel this. i always almost cry when trying to discuss my art.. because i cant get the words out. i dont want to talk about it. not to just anyone. especially not to him. the evil professor.. i loathe the man. we are on different corners. stop trying to get inside my head. why do i feel so threatened? i dont want to talk about it.. i want it to speak for me. maybe making a million people will be good. who knows. i think he says too much. dont tell me how i act. dont tell me i withdraw.. just acknolege it to yourself and let me go. sure i need direction, but do i have to talk? dont ask me about my soul, because it doesnt connect with yours. and dont go through my bag and claim you thought it was yours. and forgive me because i told you i didnt remember a thing from the last critique..and you wise professor can quote yourself to me.. critiques are where i see how people react. which maybe is wrong. but i see how they react to what ive done and thats what its worthy to me. i dont need to hear their technical bullshit about line...or color.. can you feel it?
thats all i fucking need to know. does it make you feel? |