November 16, 2006
I fear running out of things to say. How long before I have taken everything I have inside, smeared it across the canvas, stared blankly until I cannot focus, and I just die of a complete lack of anything left? It will kill me if I hold it all in, but how can I believe it will not kill me if I let it all out? I am forced to face that I am nothing more than my own medium. As I come closer to completing my art, I come closer to dying. I will kill myself out of self-obsession.