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New York is extremely lonely. I'm lonely. Yet, I don't want to be around certain people or anyone for that matter. Being around people makes me feel so isolated from what's important. But, what is important? I don't really care about going out and having a hundred people say hello to me. I don't care about networking. I don't care about how many followers I have on twitter. Or, how many facebook friends I have. None of that really matters to me. I guess it's a bittersweet realization that all I do have is my art.
What an interesting year this has been. It was depressing and great at the same time. No in-betweens. My energy has been directed towards California lately. The last time I was in California I was in completely and artistically in love. I miss the hell out of my ex. I don't speak of her as just a girlfriend or someone I was just intimate with. She was my best friend. I don't use that term lightly. I often times find it difficult to communicate with people. The only way I can fully express myself is through photography. She was so creative, stubborn, caring, and passionate. A mirror image of myself. As much as I am a firm believer of love and what it can do for the world. I understand why people are so angry when they lose it. It hurts. A lot.
However, if you don't have an outlet I think you are screwed. I feel sorry for anyone that doesn't have an outlet. I don't know how you guys stay balanced in this world.
LA, California 2008
What an interesting year this has been. It was depressing and great at the same time. No in-betweens. My energy has been directed towards California lately. The last time I was in California I was in completely and artistically in love. I miss the hell out of my ex. I don't speak of her as just a girlfriend or someone I was just intimate with. She was my best friend. I don't use that term lightly. I often times find it difficult to communicate with people. The only way I can fully express myself is through photography. She was so creative, stubborn, caring, and passionate. A mirror image of myself. As much as I am a firm believer of love and what it can do for the world. I understand why people are so angry when they lose it. It hurts. A lot.
However, if you don't have an outlet I think you are screwed. I feel sorry for anyone that doesn't have an outlet. I don't know how you guys stay balanced in this world.
LA, California 2008