New Container

I lost my container: I had pictures, and leaves. Leaves, they don’t directly inform my print work, but I use them in sculptural papermaking. The photos provide inspiration for my images; I took many of them myself. I sort of have this thing, where I want to be making everything that I make. I don’t like using other people’s stuff. Though sometimes, I do. It depends.
I’m not sure how much I believe in using big words or specialized vocabulary. It sounds stilted, and since I don’t have many friends within the art department, it inhibits communication. And makes me feel pretentious. If the people I care most about can’t understand what I am saying, then I feel sort of silly. I don't want to be pretentious, and I don't want to be misunderstood.
It can be frustrating sometimes, when I show my work to friends, and they see things that aren't there. It is frustrating to know that people are always trying to make sense of things, when sometimes there is no sense to things. I am to blame also- I search for meanings too, when maybe there is no meaning.
I guess people can only see what is in front of them, can only use what they have been given to interpret 'art'.
All these definitions, what is art, why does it matter...does it matter?
All I know is, when other things bore me after a while, making things that are physical and beautiful: this is a language I dont mind speaking indefinitely (though I do go into slumps, but those are general life slumps, and making stuff can usually bring me out of it). The written language begins to grate after a while, since it is imprecise when it ought to be clear-cut, being made of symbols with specified meanings.