Being an artist in your late teenage years

As the title says being an artist in your teenage years, a time of really complex amalgamations of emotions already without the artist part, is a lot.

 Yet I belive that if you are someone who found this here you are already familiar with these feelings. Currently being at the dead end of my teenage years I'm starting to feel that weird nervous excitement that keeps you together while restraining you.

 You are so much in so little time that you explode from every side. And being an artist you just see the outlet of such explosion like its marks in your creations. I'm one of those people who use the term artist very liberartly, I sometimes belive that anyone being their true self are artist, sometimes it's the person itself sometimes both them and their creations. 

The world is incredibly sensibile and so is the artist one, more and more threated by new dangers like ai and older ones like insecurities in our own work that all end up in a big fear of the future, similar to the teenage ones. To explore the last moments of my 7 years long explosion I decided to write this blog, to talk about my work and myself. My little corner in this world, to show people that we are always allowed to just exist.

nims

★wrote listening to : 

"Once in a Lifetime" by Talking Heads

"la civetta" by Lucio Corsi

[notes: feel free to comment so I can correct any spelling or grammar mistakes since English is not my first language or just to open the topic and express your opinion★]