Childhood Art ca. 1995 (Diaries #4)

in #diary7 years ago (edited)


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People are sometimes sad. I am sad right now. Are you?

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I keep wondering how your visual art talent as a child didn't make it to your adulthood ... Nice Blend of colours ... You'll probably be a great painter if your visual art talent survived ...

I think I’m alright with aesthetics and I can collage and photograph and put words together. But drawing, painting, and penmanship not so much... I appreciate the confidence though!

Oh my god, these are so brilliant and angsty. I hope that you're ok and not sad all the time - if this makes you laugh now, I'm assuming it's ok for us to laugh too? These are amazing. Is that a worm at the top?
This is tangential, but I will never forget when my cousin was 6 or 8, he left his reindeer stuffed animal with an arrow planted in his chest and a note attached: "Good-bye cruel world, signed Rudolph" I still die every time I think about that. Kids are the best.

Oh no it’s totally funny! Though I probably would have been slightly concerned if I was my parents and they noticed their 8 year old daughter making weird depression art. But that thing with your cousin is legitimately hilarious and I just snorted when I read that. I hope someone has a picture!

oh how I wish I had a picture of that! "Weird depression art" - I think you have yourself a genre :-)

I am so happy that the bookworm is rushing to your aid and your tears are pink. You'll turn out ok, kiddo!

I think this post has a theme, but I can't quite put my finger on it

awww little Mallory was sad. This is pretty touching.

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I don't have anything like this left...

I still have my diary during my "dark" days. I'm afraid to open and read them.

I went through and typed all mine up a couple years ago and it was a deeply emotional but illuminating experience. I definitely broke down a few times but it had this odd effect of making me much more comfortable with who I am and how I got here. I'd recommend it.

Is that an orange spermatozoa asking for help?