someone: what do you do?
me: i’m an art student
someone: can i see your sketchbook?
me: if you want… but it doesn’t contain sketches
someone: then what’s inside it?
*person stares blankly at me*
When artists talk I love how some describe their desire to make art as an impulse. It just makes it something so grounded in humanity and like a sort of necessity that you cannot shake. I always say it’s me going forth and multiplying, adding something to the landscape of life.