Recycled Ideas, recycled attempts.

I'm all for the borrowing, or the recycling of ideas--how else would creativity be cultivated?

But when it's a customized idea that comes from the heart of one for another and is rejected, and then handed-down to a third party. That hurts.

I'm tired of this. Very tired and just get angrier and angrier at all of my attempts to resolve it.

Need not be angry.
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I've been rekindling my fine, Yale masters program-worthy, artist skills since I discovered my Barbie oil pastels. :D Haha. I've tried creating stupid shapes, expecting magic to flow out of my fingers without any thought. If Rothko made something as simple as solid-colored rectangles, I could at least create shapes with squiggles in them....But the more my shapes looked like phallic symbols, which then evolved to me practicing my signature over and over again, I realized, creating "art" is a lot harder than everyone thinks!

I felt so tempted to use only the three geometric shapes I learned in Pre-school, slap on 1 or 2 colors MAX and call it my own minimalistic conceptual art piece on the geometrics of space and time or tetris or the continuum of the stephen hawkins theory of nonsensical bullshit. But just staring at it right now, it looks cool.

Next time you decide to say: "My kid could paint that," know that you've said that AFTER its been conveniently created for you. Not to say none of the stuff out there is shitty, there's a lot of shitty stuff, but if you sit back with a glass of wine (ooh! should've thought about doing that...) with maybe some old color pencils you found underneath your car seat, try creating something you're proud of. (*Note: All art students: You don't count assholes.)
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Where is all this anger coming from.
Good thing you're here hearing my rants. That's the way it should be. Shut up and listen.