where's the beef?

I should get some of my art and photography and cetera on here. Maybe I should get an account on Flickr? Until then, you get to read my mad ravings:


About six or seven months ago, I got this burning, almost-obsessive need to draw.
So I did.
I wanted to draw my dreams.
So I did.
I wanted to be like those concept artists, and draw like they did.
So I tried.
I still feel like I can't draw well enough to be able to convey my thoughts, my ideas, completely and with all the little nuances that make it important to me.
So I try.
I said I wanted to draw my dreams. Not the kind of dreams you get in your sleep. Mine are different. I tried to describe one here, but it turned out to be a casserole of words, thoughts, bits of poetry all swirling around to make something not-quite-as-substantial as I wanted it to be.
I still tried.
I said my dreams were different. They are. I never remember my dreams when I sleep (though I wish I could), but I don't have these when I sleep. I create them: whole worlds, in my head. endless possibilities for variation. but they're stuck
stuck here, in my head
sometimes i just need to get them out
define them put them into substance make them real

So I do.