Rawwwwwrrahrahrawr.
grateful frustration
My hand is broken but I wish I could’ve stayed at the intensive. In two weeks these Master Teachers transformed me. They turn an angry, scared, insecure girl that wanted to be an actor but was too afraid that she didn’t have what it takes to really make it, into an artist in ever sense of the word. Now there isn’t a soul that can ever take that away from me. They made me fearless. I owe them everything. But now, once I finally realized this and grew anxious to stretch my new muscles, I break my damn hand. Don’t get me wrong, if I had to pick a way to break my hand this is it, but DAMN timing. Now I get to sit in bed nauseous from pain or painkillers and pout till my operation, after which I’ll have 5 more weeks of anxious pouting as I envision everything I can’t wait to do. I’m hungry for creation.
Lee Jung’s neon text postcards have become some of our favorite art pieces. Jung is a South Korean based photographer, and shot this particular series in Seoul.
Neon Text Photography by Lee Jung
via Colossal
(Source: deroutinenostalgie, via thingssheloves)
