life in the left hand
It's been 2 weeks and i have not once picked up a pencil nor have i had the desire to explore my own regions of my creative mind to want to bring any thought into my 3 dimensional reality.
the sunlight is casting in from outside trying to pierce its way through the broken blinders and i see all the specs of dust and pieces of what i dont know,...floating through the room like a current does in the ocean ,......music in the background,....
my mind is such at peace and i fill in short time it will awaken to do it all over again...
i recieved a call yesterday while eating souper salads right inbetween chewing on a piece of okra from a Art Gallery here in town that would like to stop by for a studio visit to see what other wonders i have in my possession so they could showcase....
but the same problem still presents itself....im constantly being told by curators and gallery owners that my work is too fine of work for the average person to afford..
im constantly told its museum worthy and with something being labeled at that high of a caliber its impossible for the locals to afford it....that wasnt my intention to do so...
had i lived in New york none of this would be a problem......
but the sounds of taxi and street lightd humming around every corner isnt a reality here instead it the sounds of police cars , ambulances, random gun shots, and occassional drunken sailors roaring up noise outside that brings my closer to my gun...
ive decided on this.....the 24th Ortiz gallery is to come over....
visit...
she will see my red ink paintings,...its already been told to me that they are to fine of art in an avant garde style new and never seen before in the art world and unaffordable to buy.....im going to tell her and promise her because time is short....that if she invest in me and gives my an art space where i can practice my freedom and be at peace and seperated from persons and reality that best creative enviornment i work in best....that i can produce her work of art that will redefine of what art is today,....i will create works that no other artist but i could compose...
and she will know it and believe it....
aside from that im going to take that scholarship.....and i will wreck the minds and subconscience of the walking fools in that campus with my side slanted understandying how the world is designed and operates..........
andddd.......
Shanna came over ,,,,she took me out for sushi.....and saki....
it was very good actually then for dessert we walked across the street looking both ways so we wouldnt become road kill and saw dildos and crack pipes ....
then came home....i sexed her down....
and then sex for beakfast.....
my life is a disaster
the sunlight is casting in from outside trying to pierce its way through the broken blinders and i see all the specs of dust and pieces of what i dont know,...floating through the room like a current does in the ocean ,......music in the background,....
my mind is such at peace and i fill in short time it will awaken to do it all over again...
i recieved a call yesterday while eating souper salads right inbetween chewing on a piece of okra from a Art Gallery here in town that would like to stop by for a studio visit to see what other wonders i have in my possession so they could showcase....
but the same problem still presents itself....im constantly being told by curators and gallery owners that my work is too fine of work for the average person to afford..
im constantly told its museum worthy and with something being labeled at that high of a caliber its impossible for the locals to afford it....that wasnt my intention to do so...
had i lived in New york none of this would be a problem......
but the sounds of taxi and street lightd humming around every corner isnt a reality here instead it the sounds of police cars , ambulances, random gun shots, and occassional drunken sailors roaring up noise outside that brings my closer to my gun...
ive decided on this.....the 24th Ortiz gallery is to come over....
visit...
she will see my red ink paintings,...its already been told to me that they are to fine of art in an avant garde style new and never seen before in the art world and unaffordable to buy.....im going to tell her and promise her because time is short....that if she invest in me and gives my an art space where i can practice my freedom and be at peace and seperated from persons and reality that best creative enviornment i work in best....that i can produce her work of art that will redefine of what art is today,....i will create works that no other artist but i could compose...
and she will know it and believe it....
aside from that im going to take that scholarship.....and i will wreck the minds and subconscience of the walking fools in that campus with my side slanted understandying how the world is designed and operates..........
andddd.......
Shanna came over ,,,,she took me out for sushi.....and saki....
it was very good actually then for dessert we walked across the street looking both ways so we wouldnt become road kill and saw dildos and crack pipes ....
then came home....i sexed her down....
and then sex for beakfast.....
my life is a disaster