I read this on a blogsite today:
Art shouldn't have to be all pretty and cute. On bad days I make ugly doodles. And on some days I feel like skulls and skeletons, death and disaster.
Why not bring out your journal and paint a page black? Or write other words than play, create, smile.
Write about death, rage, and panic attacks. Write about your fears, your troubles, your pain, your loss.
I use my diary to write everything and sometimes my pages are unreadable, but still, I'm glad I made them.
I hope you're not making your art pretty because you don't know ugly.
Ugly needs to come out and play too, even though Ugly is an ugly play mate.
Ugly will pinch your chin, laugh in your face and smirk when you try to hide.
But once you let ugly into your art journal, you'll maybe end up with something else inside your head! Try it!
-this was a blog from Sweden [her name is HANNA]