today started off pretty crappy. not gonna lie. went to bed at 3 am. got up at 7 am. drove to Provo. endured a depressing critique on my painting.
after leaving said critique, i talked to my mom. she said all the motherly things to try and cheer me up, but to no avail. "i just can't paint," i told her.
that little saying got me thinking. got me thinking about something hilarious, actually. Nacho Libre. if you've never seen it, i don't know how we are friends, but i'll forgive you. anyways, there is a moment in Nacho Libre where Ignacio prays to God about his lack of wrestling skills. He asks, "Precious Father, why have you given me this desire to wrestle and then made me such a stinky warrior?"
well, this may be the only moment in the entirety of my life that I will say this, but i can relate to Nacho. Except my little prayer goes like this, "Precious Father, why have you given me this desire to create and then made me such a stinky painter?"
now i'm not looking for anyone's pity, i just wanted to let you in on my thought processes today. Nacho Libre makes everything better. now go eat some corn.
*from Nacho Libre, of course
2 comments:
http://inthedetailsoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-nacho.html
this is the only response that I have to this. other than, "omg, I get it"
yes yes yes! i love nacho. i have a poster of him in my classroom because i love it so much! and i know that you are a much greater painter than nacho is a warrior.
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