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Saturday night, my mom and I went to my grandma's for fondue. We also put up her Christmas tree. She repainted her basement bedroom, and I love it. And that room always reminds me of the video that came out of it, Battle, all in one night out of nowhere. It was never normal for me to finish a video in one sitting but that just spilled out of me and
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you will be able to feel them. ♥
i think it's tempting to look at growing up as inevitable when really it's all based on your choices. of course sometimes you don't have a choice -- circumstances conspire to make you take certain paths: career, love, friends, whatever -- but you always get to choose your response to the circumstances.
i know you will be an artist, free and young and vibrant, when you're eighty because that's not something that goes away. the people might. the medium might. the world might fucking explode, but you'll still be an artist, and you'll still see life through your own particular lens (EVEN IF YOU HAVE CATARACTS BY THEN). i always end up thinking about my aunt when i start wondering about the person i'll be at sixty: she's a grandmother-retired-teacher who has vernissages for her art and a torrid relationship with an Austrian immigrant and a happy but messed up family and she's made mistakes but she's more alive than most people our age, by far.
so i know you'll be passionately dancing on the street at sixty, not because i'm qualified to judge, but because the feeling i get from my aunt i get from you. you'll grow up to be a supernova.
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