Here's my latest collage, made of old prints, magazines and printers ink. I always look at my work and wonder, where is the pain and suffering? I have heard that true art must have angst and struggle. I admire a lot of art that is full of struggle and complex emotions. I just can't channel mine. It's not that I don't have any in my life. I think we all do, some more than others. I just do what I do. It's only after that I wonder...should it maybe be a little darker...more ominous. But since art is a place where I escape to, I don't really want there to be struggle. I don't know if this is wrong, but I would like to go live in this collage.
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