Pretending you're an artist
This is my diary of ideas, sketches, draft thoughts. Everyday documentation of internal processes and experiments. The thing is, I'm scared. And I'm bored. And art seems to be the only way to deal with these threats. I wonder if I can ever call myself an artist — not in a whisper, not in an undertone, without lowering my eyes, without adding the word «modern», without feeling like an impostor? I will try to find out. I give myself time.
Some screens are bellow, and here is the entire diary.
