The ramblings of an overworked artist, ramble the first.
So this is it huh, nearly 25 and starting a blog. None of that horrible angst ridden, teenage bullshit, boring as mud crap will reside here (got all of that out of my system with a long forgotten LiveJournal). Prepare yourself for the (occasionally witty and hilarious) ramblings of an artist. Before we get to the ramblings however, let me talk a bit about myself. My name is Katie (sometimes I go by Katee, you know, cos I’m a bit pretentious like that), I just completed my first year of art school, I work at a lovely video games retailer and I live in Sydney.
I want to be the next Pollock, the next Warhol, work along side people like Olafur Eliasson and Katharina Grosse, and thankfully, some of the people I see every day will become innovative creators just like these amazing artists. Being in such a creative positive environment does nothing but reaffirm to me that this is what I need to be doing for the rest of my life. Of course the only problem with this is that artists make no money. And I need a means to fuel my shoe obsession. So I work. I work a lot. I work so much that I have no time to paint. But if I didn’t work I wouldn’t be able to afford paint.
And so the cycle begins.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I work with one of my best friends and my boyfriend, AND I get to talk about video games all day. But I worked until 11.30 last night, and here I am less than 12 hours later on my way to work again. By the time I get home at night all I want to do is crack open a beer and watch some Dexter. Which sounds really lovely actually…
/end ramble. I’m pumped about Dexter.
