all made up with nowhere to go

Random art blah that probably doesn't make a lot of sense:

Sometimes I feel so frustrated.

I look at other people's art, and I think, "yes, this is like I'd like to make!" or, "I find this style intriguing and it inspires me!"

And that I want to make stuff that is individual and yet draws from these sources that inspire and intrigue me. And then I sleep, and I sort of forget about it until I see similar stuff again.

I don't know where I'm going, or what I'm doing, or what I really mean to say here, except that I hate feeling horribly frustrated. The stupid thing is, sometimes I want to draw, mostly I want to sculpt (which, I think, is why I like amigurumi so much - it's sculpting with yarn). And yet, when I have the sketchbook in hand, or I have a sculpting material, I suddenly don't know what to do. I hate that.

Also looking at some sculptures that make me want to press lace into clay and see what happens. Although part of my brain is baulking at wrecking the lace that way (I guess I could clean it if I'm quick enough? *shrugs*).

AND I still want to do a whole bunch of prints, except that I need some acetate, and anyway I need to design the prints before I can even THINK about acetate and ARGH BLARGHLE. I don't even know any more.

(Currently looking through intrepidpigeon. If you hate infinite scroll, maybe give it a miss?)

(ETA: from reading Intrepid Pigeon's first post on that blog, it seems as if she was having the same problem as me re: art, and that, weirdly, we both seem to have taken a similar approach to fixing it and, at a similar age. How odd, huh?)