I had a hard time posting yesterday. Spent a lot of time thinking about what new art I should show and what new crazy reasons I should do so. I got frustrated like usual, questioned my blogging abilities and even thought twice about my dedication. Of course, like everyday, I came across a post about why blogging is so important and why you shouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I heard on a movie recently that blogging is the graffiti of the Internet. It hit close to home considering that I started this blog with clear goals, and passion. I was a bit offended but realized that I am the person that holds myself back. I have an internal conflict about it everyday. 

I have been keeping journals since I was a kid. Blank pages filled with who hates me and how many A’s I received on my English papers. Lined papers with lyrics as a teenager. A way-too-personal account, online journal in my late teens and early twenties. I realized that art blogging is just another chapter in my writing life. I chose to write about art and it’s magical healing powers because that is what I know best. I really should stop being so hard on myself about not posting enough, not having the coolest pics, or how many readers I have. In the end, what matters most is the content and recording my life in small pieces. Post by post, day by day, season by season, year by year, my life has revealed itself and will continue to unfold. Layers and layers of life for all to see or for just me. 

I decided to post these two great pictures of my parent’s southeast fields in the backyard. I realized that these photos mean so much because they show the dramatic change in seasons. It shows the dramatic change, period. I can’t seem to think of any artwork to describe the way my life changes with the seasons but these personal photos should. The bright, acid green and yellow of the Spring field full of summer wheat compared to the melancholy Autumn colors of a fallen cornfield defines changing life best.