Inner artist

In the last few weeks, I've been to a few art shows. The Murakami exhibit @ MOCA blew me away, and I think I'm going to make a return visit. I've also been to openings at small, indie galleries. I've seen some interesting works and some stuff that makes me scratch my head and wonder, "that's art?" I don't mean to sound like an art snob, because I'm not. I know what I like, and I know what I don't like. I don't "get" some art.

After seeing different works, I yearn to make my own art. (I do consider writing to be a form of art, but I'm talking about visual art.) When I was a wee youngster, I was really into painting and drawing. I dreamed of making cartoons. I used to love my art classes in high school. I wasn't great at it, but I wasn't bad. I gave up at some point because I was convinced that there are other more talented people in the world. They're the "real" artists, and I was just a poser.

I've been thinking about how I would start. There are all these things that I want to try. I don't have formal training, and I've never been to art school. I've been thinking of taking art classes. That would be a start. All I know is that I want to creat art. Maybe it's my creative ADD. I get so restless sometimes that I need another avenue to burn off this energy.

Photography is cool but I'm not that interested in taking pictures. I would love to be crafty, but my fingers are too clumsy. I'd probably injure myself if I learned how to knit or make jewelry. I want to learn how to draw and paint. I want to create a cutesy character. I want to make a comic book or an animated web episode. I've been wanting to do this for a long time, and I'm thinking about it more and more. It's time to start acting instead of just thinking.