Tattoos.

I've gotten really into body art.
My hand is decorated with little designs I did with a sharpie.
It looks pretty cool, if I do say so myself.
Which I did.

I gave my friend Kalani a sleeve. I used orange, black and yellow sharpie.
It looks pretty cool. It goes from the tips of her fingers to her elbow.
It also wraps around her arm, too.
I gave Dylan a tattoo. His brother said "Whoever gave you that sharpie tat is really creative."
That made me smile.
I've been into art a lot lately. I mean- I've always loved it but I'm just getting really into it. I can draw eyes and mouths now. And they actually look real.
That's my specialty. Realism.
I can look at a picture and redraw it. I can look at someone and draw them. But Surrealism (Basically, creative art. Like, Picasso ) Is difficult for me. And when I DO draw up something cool, it almost always looks a bit disturbing. But that's my art. It doesn't have to make sense.
I'm thinking about selling my art professionally. For weed money.
Cause I seem to draw better when I'm stoned. Ironic, huh?
I should draw better sober but nope.
I always thought my mom was the artist of the family, and although I'll never measure up to her work, but I seem to have picked up a little bit of the trait and I'm glad. Art has always been an interest of mine.
As with writing. I love writing with a passion.
It's a great escape when art can't help me.

I know I'll never be like Van Gogh, Georgia O'Keefe or Pablo Picasso. But I can at least try.
My art always has meaning to me. Even the most disturbing ones have meaning.
Why draw if you're not gonna draw from your soul?

Peace
-A