on verra le sud.hi folks,
a month and a half later, i'm starting to feel good again. not particularly good, but good enough to have find a job, possibly someone to rent the appartment in montreal and some self-esteem.
i decided i will apply for the winter semester here at the university so that i don't waste my time on a job i probably wouldn't like that much after a while (i'm starting tomorrow) and do some classes in litterature, just so that i'll be somewhat creative. i found out there are optional classes in art history and history of the film, so i will probably manage to fit these into my schedule... it's not exactly what i would call «go back to school» but at least it's better than being a full-time worker at nine dollars per hour.
anyway, even if i wanted to do things any other way, i have no idea of what i truly want just now. too early in the game to tell. i've found a counsellor for orientation problems and i started working with him about my school dilemmas last week. it just feels good to do something about it, even though i am still pretty much clueless.
i will try to keep on submitting things here, at least if i can keep up with artistic work i'll be happy. since i got back here, i only worked on a serie of small abstract drawings. they're good, i think, but so far away from everything i've been doing lately. i don't even know why i did them. somehow, it's like there is something about abstract forms, black and white contrasts and crisp lines that reflect how i feel. you cannot really tell what they are but they're there, all messed up but there, with their violent feelings and statements.
they exist.
perhaps that is just it. i felt i needed to do something just so i am alive.
perhaps.
take care of you all,
marie
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... and the road is coming to it's end.
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But it's only blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every songs
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... and the road is coming to it's end.
zetesmignoooons
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But it's only blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every songs
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... and the road is coming to it's end.
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"Every profound spirit needs a mask"
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Nietzsche
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... and the road is coming to it's end.
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