Between Storms and Madness
Hi again Journal.
I do not have any art to share this time - I apologize.
It is a rare night in Texas - the sky was dark and overcast all day. When the sun went down, the clouds finally let loose - the rain is so loud, its no use putting headphones on. There are distant flickers of lightning, and the ground murmurs with thunder. Everything smells clean. I am sitting at my drawing board - there are pencils, pens, and papers with unfinished sketches lying all around me. I haven't actually drawn anything in weeks. Its funny, that even with the incessant clamor of rain, it creates a kind of quiet. The monotony of droning rain is soothing, even when so loud, and it forms a consistent heart beat that steadies everything. When the storm lets up and it gets quieter, the silence almost feels louder.
Why am I posting if I don't have art to share? Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. But I do know that a couple months from now, remembering this time in my life will be import…
I do not have any art to share this time - I apologize.
It is a rare night in Texas - the sky was dark and overcast all day. When the sun went down, the clouds finally let loose - the rain is so loud, its no use putting headphones on. There are distant flickers of lightning, and the ground murmurs with thunder. Everything smells clean. I am sitting at my drawing board - there are pencils, pens, and papers with unfinished sketches lying all around me. I haven't actually drawn anything in weeks. Its funny, that even with the incessant clamor of rain, it creates a kind of quiet. The monotony of droning rain is soothing, even when so loud, and it forms a consistent heart beat that steadies everything. When the storm lets up and it gets quieter, the silence almost feels louder.
Why am I posting if I don't have art to share? Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. But I do know that a couple months from now, remembering this time in my life will be import…