sarikaaa

I am a young "artist" if that is the appropriate word. I am interested in discovering new things but I'm also very self obsessed and really keen on figuring out what I think above what anyone else thinks. So I spend a lot of time contemplating, a luxury I can afford, because I am an "artist".

I was drawn to art in my life because I liked and was good at drawing. I've done a drawing about that, it is called "I was drawn to art".

I suppose that drawing was a testing out of ideas and a process which supported creative thought. I drew on the walls of the unplastered downstairs toilet at home as a lovely three year old. 

My drawings are not excellent at all. My paintings are shit too. I blame the wrong pencils and brushes. 

I am a perfectionist so if I don't like something I cry buckets and just fail at exhibiting my work because I hate it. I have yet to make anything exciting but fingers crossed one day I will realise my ambition (whether anyone else recognises what I've done is irrelevant).

I hate the structure of art school/ the academic practice of art and there is a lot I could rant about but this is not the place.

Drawing influence from being irritated and confused is essentially what I do. I am haphazard and furiously amateur. I just want to rebel and cry and be accepted. but I don't want to make reflections of that. So it is an awkward place to be.

That is all I will say about me, other than this final fact. I am sometimes cripplingly shy. Another little thing: I am really sensitive and compassionate like Jesus was.