The bottom line here is that I love learning but I hate school because school drains everything good from you and replaces it with anxiety and depression and feelings of inadequacy in people that are incredible and talented and skilled
(Source: ceramicplates, via plantextract)
I Can’t Paint by aartishinde
This is really intense for me, because this is exactly what artist’s block feels like. You’ve got color all around you, all over you, inside of you, in your fucking soul, and you can’t get it out on that canvas, that sketchpad, that digital screen that just sits there and yawns, white and infinite in front of you like an enemy, or worse, like a lover you can’t hold because they’re too far away. You sense what you could do if the lines and shapes and colors would come to you, but it all stays just beyond your straining fingers, no matter how hard you reach for it. It’s worse than a sense of your own inadequacy; it’s fear and it’s pain, and it’s everything you feel like you could accomplish but can’t because somehow, the colors won’t transfer from your hands, from your being, onto that white surface. You can’t paint. You can’t even begin.
This has pretty much been happening with me when it comes to writing (of any kind lately), and it’s been driving me insane. I’ll literally map out entire chapters in my head, but when I get in front of a computer or notebook, I just can’t do a damn thing. I was up until 4 last night being useless. I think I managed three pages, but it took 6 hours. #wtf. So over this phase atm.