I’ve just started volunteering for an art advocacy project that I used to attend myself. Its called Art Angel and it is “run by and for people with experience of mental health difficulties in Dundee”. There are a variety of different groups from writing to photography, to the more general open art groups, there is also a youth group for anyone over 16 to about 23. But there is no pressure for you to have to make anything. A lot of the time when I was a part of the youth group and the art group I would come in just to sit in good company, chat and take full advantage of the biscuits and tea available.
There was no scary feeling walking in, it felt like no time had passed. The kitchen still smelled like zest-it, the place was still bright and warm and filled with hundreds of beautiful works of art. I introduced myself to everyone as they came in, and felt so welcomed. My first day on the job involved floating about, helping if someone couldn’t find something, and making cups of tea. I was also encouraged to make something if i wanted, which gave me a great opportunity to sit with the group and chit chat, learn about some really clever and interesting people. I think i’m going to like volunteering here.
I spent a week procrastinating. I let my insecurities about uni turn in to a big scary all encompassing life crisis. After boring everyone I know with my moans I realized I probably had to wise up . I went in to uni yesterday and finished soldering a wee sample I had in my mind and I finished it. I cant describe how just completing a very small thing in my head made me all chuffed with myself and for now at least I have a totally different mindset on everything that’s being asked of me at concerning uni… also went charity shopping and bought myself some amazing boots, pretty sure they helped.
I only realized after leaving school what the teachers meant when they said “apply yourself” via Daily Prompt: Realize
when i was young i loved climbing trees (I still love it) when I was about 5 I accidentaly slid down a tree while holding on for dear life, it scraped my stomach. I didnt cry though, in a rage I started kicking and hitting the tree for having DARED hurt me via Daily Prompt: Tree
Michael Babwahsingh embraces crappy drawings: “And if you’re afraid your drawings don’t look like the stuff you see online or in fancy books or that people will make fun if they see them, who cares? All that matters is that your drawings make sense to you . . . .”
via Make Crappy Drawings — Discover
First week of Uni I made a terrible impression on myself. Everyone seemed to just know what they were doing, but I just couldn’t figure out how to hush the excitement of actually BEING at University. So I just started drawing, and eventually my brain sort of caught up… sort of for a little while. I had a great idea of where to go with my project, which is still a great idea, but bringing it to fruition is what Im struggling with.
Its not that I am doubting my ability, or doubting my idea. I am so passionate and excited one minute and then the next minute I pull back to earth and realize I have no Idea how to begin transitioning my idea in to reality. Except… Sometimes I DO know how to begin and its all great again and then the next minute…