Diary of an Artist.

I’ve changed.

Clearly keeping up with a daily diary has meant I dropped off the face of the earth in terms of actually writing one. I’ve never been good at keeping diaries.

I’m changing. I have abandoned all sense of knowledge, I have abandoned everything I taught myself through painstaking months of torment and torture. I don’t want to look back, I want to ditch it all and run towards this new version I see creeping up beneath my skin. This version is fun, thrilling; I didn’t see it before, didn’t think it could be a possibility, didn’t know its what I wanted, what I…