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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-William Shakespeare, "Macbeth" (or "The Scottish Play" for the superstitious)
I don't entirely know why, but this soliloquy just sticks in my head. I have let myself become... stuck... in my life; where every decision of any importance seems to cause me to grind to a halt, unable to choose any direction.
I strut and fret my time upon the stage, but become so stuck on a single moment that I fear I am missing the rest of the story.
Perhaps all the decisions I become stuck on are the things full of sound and fury...
but ultimately do not mean as much as I make them out to.
if so... then perhaps I am the idiot.
The play goes on... paths must be taken... but very few bridges are burned... remember that.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-William Shakespeare, "Macbeth" (or "The Scottish Play" for the superstitious)
I don't entirely know why, but this soliloquy just sticks in my head. I have let myself become... stuck... in my life; where every decision of any importance seems to cause me to grind to a halt, unable to choose any direction.
I strut and fret my time upon the stage, but become so stuck on a single moment that I fear I am missing the rest of the story.
Perhaps all the decisions I become stuck on are the things full of sound and fury...
but ultimately do not mean as much as I make them out to.
if so... then perhaps I am the idiot.
The play goes on... paths must be taken... but very few bridges are burned... remember that.
WHOO HOO
I finally managed to get an art piece done in time to enter it into it's contest. GO ME!
Devious Journal Entry
Do you ever feel like there is a monster that lives in a darkened recess of your mind and your soul?
Do you ever feel the raging fire of their lust... the power of their violent urges... the strength to make others bend, like slaves, to your will...
... the lust and the violence that you long to act upon only in your darkest moments?
I can feel him there... sitting upon his ebony throne... his mask a rictus grin beneath an ashen hood...
I can feel his claws sometimes, scratching on the underside of my skin... I can hear the honeyed shadow of his voice in my mind....
Every time I repress an anger, a dark thought, a lust, a strike....
Do
Ouch
So the Gears of War contest winners have been posted. Looking at the winning entries makes my effort seem so... mediocre... by comparison. That despite the hours and effort I put into it, it really had no chance of winning.
Sometimes it can be really hard to learn you were completely outclassed from the word "Go."
... Oh well. Rise up again with a full heart.
Trying to start
I've been on DeviantART for a long time, but I've never submitted anything. I dunno, seems hard to find the time and motivation to do real artwork these days. Maybe if I start posting things here and people seem to enjoy it, it may get me back into the swing of it.
I had a massive, multi-year burn of artwork through College, and after I graduated, it seems like it's just hard to do anything for myself... just for the pleasure of doing it.
Anyway, I dunno if anyone will even read this, but I guess I can start by submitting some of my stuff that i have been doing commercially the last little while. Freelancing artwork for upcoming I-device ga
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