Cutting ties...
Jun. 13th, 2006 05:47 pmUsually, when you talk about moving and cutting ties, you mean the ties to those you'll leave behind. But really most of my friends live elsewhere anyhow, and the few locals I can happily keep in touch with on line, though I'll miss being able to hang out with Keith and Realis.
But no, the tie cutting I'm referring to is the ties to my old art. I just now threw most of it out. It was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. But it was old and bad. I'll never be able to sell any of it. I'd never want to hang it on my wall. I care about it only because I made it, and I've kept most of it this long solely because it's easy enough to toss paper and a few canvasses in a giant folder and slide it under the bed. Only now it's grown to the point where I can't. There was too much of it, and some of it just had to go. I kept a couple of sentimental ones, (the very first firecat picture ever, the very first portrait of SPark,) because heck, even some bad art is worth keeping. And I kept a careful selection of the very best of it, mostly pretty recent stuff, though there are a few older pieces in there, even one or two of my high school pictures. And I'm keeping a lot of the so-so stuff that's small, because I can just shove it in a box, and if I threw it all out, I'd cry, or something. But the stack is now down to manageable proportions.
But boy was that hard to do. *cries* My beautiful pictures, all gone!
But no, the tie cutting I'm referring to is the ties to my old art. I just now threw most of it out. It was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. But it was old and bad. I'll never be able to sell any of it. I'd never want to hang it on my wall. I care about it only because I made it, and I've kept most of it this long solely because it's easy enough to toss paper and a few canvasses in a giant folder and slide it under the bed. Only now it's grown to the point where I can't. There was too much of it, and some of it just had to go. I kept a couple of sentimental ones, (the very first firecat picture ever, the very first portrait of SPark,) because heck, even some bad art is worth keeping. And I kept a careful selection of the very best of it, mostly pretty recent stuff, though there are a few older pieces in there, even one or two of my high school pictures. And I'm keeping a lot of the so-so stuff that's small, because I can just shove it in a box, and if I threw it all out, I'd cry, or something. But the stack is now down to manageable proportions.
But boy was that hard to do. *cries* My beautiful pictures, all gone!