note to the world
so,
if I give and give and give and give
which I do
and then fry out
which I do
don't be surprised if I isolate for a bit
don't worry if I fall away for a bit
don't gripe at me for not being readily available
give me space, please.
thank you.
then I'll be able to give and give and give.
not now.
xxo.
p.s. and even making art, putting it out there, still... still we give, with that, with it all. no art making is purely for the self, is it? if it is released at some point, discovered?
I'm not bitter. I love who I am, I love my life, the art world is beautiful, life itself is incredible.
so many blessings.
but sometimes, sometimes, just a thank you.. if not to me, to others. to those who have come before.
Van Gogh, "tortured", unrecognized for the most part until after his slow torturous death.
why so long after? why not during his life.. why couldn't we fully see him then?
a little recognition before we are dead (we being the artists living today)
a little (more)... something...
would be nice. at least a little respect.
or, even if not that, how about a little less pressure?
how about giving me the space to breathe, to exist, to isolate, to create?
everyone wants something
everyone wants more
everyone wants everything
so do I
all I can do is find the answers within myself, because I surely can't expect to fully transform society, or change everyone around me, or even have everyone understand me, even partially at times, I am grasping for minnows within the stream.
sometimes I talk to blocks of wood, unresponsive. eyes that peer at me curious..
and now, time to incubate further. a few freeform words to end the night.
abstract thoughts that spiral further, inward, outward, progress toward.. meaning.. toward.. creation.
.
Much love.
if I give and give and give and give
which I do
and then fry out
which I do
don't be surprised if I isolate for a bit
don't worry if I fall away for a bit
don't gripe at me for not being readily available
give me space, please.
thank you.
then I'll be able to give and give and give.
not now.
xxo.
p.s. and even making art, putting it out there, still... still we give, with that, with it all. no art making is purely for the self, is it? if it is released at some point, discovered?
I'm not bitter. I love who I am, I love my life, the art world is beautiful, life itself is incredible.
so many blessings.
but sometimes, sometimes, just a thank you.. if not to me, to others. to those who have come before.
Van Gogh, "tortured", unrecognized for the most part until after his slow torturous death.
why so long after? why not during his life.. why couldn't we fully see him then?
a little recognition before we are dead (we being the artists living today)
a little (more)... something...
would be nice. at least a little respect.
or, even if not that, how about a little less pressure?
how about giving me the space to breathe, to exist, to isolate, to create?
everyone wants something
everyone wants more
everyone wants everything
so do I
all I can do is find the answers within myself, because I surely can't expect to fully transform society, or change everyone around me, or even have everyone understand me, even partially at times, I am grasping for minnows within the stream.
sometimes I talk to blocks of wood, unresponsive. eyes that peer at me curious..
and now, time to incubate further. a few freeform words to end the night.
abstract thoughts that spiral further, inward, outward, progress toward.. meaning.. toward.. creation.
.
Much love.