My Arting

It's been a while since I wrote about my life. I've been painting and drawing a lot. The main reason I started the 365 page was so that I could put up all of my art and so that I wouldn't have to fill up this blog with every painting I make. I have been working everyday for the past ten days on art. I've actually been doing it since Christmas, but the time between then and the first day I made the 365 was kinda a trial to see if I could actually commit the time to doing this everyday. I could and that's why I stated it. I want to be able to see my growth as an artist. I also want it to be public because that gives me a lot of incentive to keep working. I've get more views on my 365 everyday, and that's mainly because I advertise on Facebook, but still. I know most people think that i probably wont be able to do it, and I honestly don't think I'll be able to go for an entire year without messing up, but having people come to check on my page just to see if I'm keeping up makes me want to paint and sketch even more. I made a poetry 365 in the seventh grade year. I got about two months in before I completely stopped. No one was reading it, even when I told everyone to. People actually look at my art blog, and that makes me want to keep going. I also used money I got for Christmas so that I could buy materials, and that makes this feel like this is for me.
My parents have always been part of the death of my passions. I wanted to be a chef when I was eleven, but my parents ruined that for me because they told me that I'd be poor if I went into cooking. Apparently their views have changed since then, because they're letting my sister study theater. And with saxophone too, every time I'd practice in front of my parents my father would say "that was good, but you messed up a little", or something like that. I stopped practicing completely when my parents where home just because I couldn't deal with the judgement. With my writing they'd read right through what I'd try to say and tell me "you shouldn't curse so much; you don't need to curse to be artistic". Painting is the first thing that I've done where my parents aren't involved at all. And I've come to the point where I don't care for their opinion anymore. When I was eleven and trying to be a chef, all I cared about was their approval, and when I got the opposite it killed me. If I was still into cooking now, I would probably feed off of my parents' disapproval. I love it when my mom doesn't get what I'm painting. I love it when she comes into my room and tells my my paintings are too sexual. That makes me want to draw even more sexual. The best thing that happened was when she negatively critiqued an Egon Schiele that I had open on my computer. The fact that mine and Schiele's work gives my mom the same face tells me that I'm doing something right.