I'm cereal!

It's time for me to get serious about my art.

I always blamed my lack of motivation on my home town.
Oh how cliche! A small town girl feels stuck in her slumpy home town and dreams of life in the big city... Just another twit with a blog, huh?

In all fairness though, my home city is full of redneck, roughneck, far right believers in which a good percentage absolutely do not care about art(unless it was a painting of a pump-jack or an oil well, or maybe if it was painted with petroleum.) The entire economy is based on the oil-industry, if that doesn't say enough. So, if the rest of the world's economy is hurting you bet your ass my home town is flourishing!
Look, my home town is known world-wide for four things;

1. Friday Night Lights, a movie and a tv series based on highschool football... A cliche Texan favorite.
2. A Lifetime movie "The Client List" based on the Healing Touch Massage Parlor's prostitution scandal, which involved the arrest of many high status men of that county... Yeah, sad right?
3. Sister city of former President George Bush's birth place.. nuff said.
   
4. And a reality tv show "Black Oil".

What an amazing thing to be a part of, right?

I always dreamed of moving to Austin, TX where the music is loud and free, the culture is alive and vibrant, nerds and hippies are part of the "it" crowd, and art is highly recognized as a beautiful part of humanity.
But... then I moved to Austin, TX last year. My ideal rainbow image of a beautiful art metropolis has been shadowed with clouds made from the evaporated piss of millions of raging environmentalists. They really like to rain on everyone's parade...
BTW, don't bring jalapeno poppers made with veggie bacon to a vegetarian potluck, because more than likely you're gonna have one angry vegan there to give you the stank eye because "there is such a thing as vegan cream cheese, ya know?".... I guess I got confused, the invitation said vegetarian but they must have meant vegan. I guess it's a hipster mind connection where they are capable of communicating their pretentiousness, much like the Borg.



I thought moving to this city would bring out my extrovert personality that was just waiting for the right opportunity to unleash, but realistically I'm an introvert.
I gave too much hope into a physical place when I should have realized it's not about where I'm living, it's all about how I choose to live.

So, my main point here is I've been waiting around for a sign or a "spark" of enlightenment when I realized that chaos is my muse. I was very artistic in a place that shunned art. When I sought out for comfort in a place that I thought would understand me, I was let down and thus became artistic once again.


That's what this blog is about. I will be blogging my self-taught artistic journey.