rantings of a work horse

So I realized the other day, on a run near the Charles that the sunset was spectacular. Tinges of pink curled around the smooth almost silky purple with an occasional shot of orange- just enough to make one stop and say, 'Damn...Mother Nature really knows her stuff'. It was right then and there that I realized I wished I could capture that scene in a painting. My hands were almost itching to do so, to grab a brush and capture the colors in layers of acrylic.

I flumped down onto the nearest bench and gawked at the scenery. For exactly 4:15, the exact length of the song that had been playing on my iPod, I sat there gazing at the scene. As my iPod switched to 'Stronger' by Kanye West, I was rudely interrupted by the realization that I had to continue back to work on my 8.02 Pset and pending HASS paper.

As I ran back, I was suddenly really angry. At first I couldn't really pinpoint the reason as to why I was so annoyed. As I sprinted across the bridge, it came to me. It seems that once I've entered college, I no longer have any creative outlet. Everything has become about work, sleep, or chilling with friends. And when I do have 'alone time' I just end up napping it away or watching Gossip Girls. While I'm definitely learning a lot in school and I do think I'm accomplishing a lot, at the same time, I feel that a part of me has been lost.

The choice and capacity to just draw whenever I want, paint whenever I want, totally immerse myself in something asides from art, seems to be no longer there.

Which leads me into the tangent that I am going to buy an artists' briefcase/supply box and lug all my supplies to Boston and paint to my hearts' content.

On a lighter note, this made my day: