Shlee Vincent

That Girl Needs (ART) Therapy…

This week hasn’t been the most stable – emotionally. I can’t say why because I don’t know.

Stress? Lack of sleep? Seasonal Affective Disorder? You get the idea.

Anyway, I’ve been feeling restricted artistically. The portrait studio is a fun job, but it’s taking over my life.

If I hear the word ‘protocol’ one more time, I might scream.

I feel like I don’t have the time to sit down and make something anymore. If I do, I’m just too tired. It’s annoying because right now I’m feeling one of the greatest urges to do so in my life.

This past weekend’s trip to the American Visionary Art Museum inspired me. Even though I can’t draw well, I can still create something.

So, I’ve taken to drawing in an old sketch pad. I’m putting my feelings on paper in a way that isn’t sappy self-depricating poetry.

Those drawings should become paintings. For some reason, I really want to paint, even though I’ve never done it before. So, that’s what I’ll be doing with the watercolors my Oma provided me with.

I also want to incorporate words into what I’m doing. But I’m not sure how.

This is my project.

This is my therapy.

22W2009.