Be an artist, only if you have to.
what if I haven’t got something good to say?
Conversations with who?
Why and how often?
What do I have left, and will it be enough to drive us forward?
I guess in a world where ready-made answers are available,
This one particular response is not available at the moment.
Plus my Health insurance wouldn’t cover it anyhow.
Maybe, there’s an app for that…
That’s how this kinda stuff works.
Raincheck for sanity please. Fuck it,just give more fast food commercials
So I forget about the whole thing. Yeah that’s good.
It’s a new year, according to the calendars. So goals should be made,
So we have something to regret not doing in the months to come.
How did we get caught up in this, in what?!
Maybe our parents didn’t get it right,
Maybe WE haven’t gotten it right,
Maybe you’re just typing away cause you want to fit in
While you sip your five dollar, well branded, coffee…
Maybe, perhaps and somehow. I doubt it.
At this point is doesn’t even matter, does it?
What I want to say is…
Success… be success.
this is only an exercise, life I mean.
An exercise to see who gives in, the weak get left behind.
They stand out as the hours go by, you can see it In their faces,
“They will quit soon enough, you watch.”
“Ill PT you sons of bitches til your balls fall off”
I am a fan of military movies, because ive never been to war.
“what the fuck am I doing here ?”… your training, remember your training,
best advice I can come up with…
Im ranting here.
This kinda stuff is always like this, or that.
And What im trying to say is…
I should be painting this deep inside my work, and in between all the drips,
And the hollowed eyes. And the beautiful uglyness all that muddy water leaves behind. And, and , and, and im getting a head ache with all these loose ands.
Besides I need new brushes, so I can leave those without washing, and have to continue to get new ones…nah ill just use the ones I have now, once I find them and wash them.
They are objects not subjects. Remember. The paintings. Like thoughts, only thoughts and not all ideas, and even the ones that are ideas, are not all good, not all bad…
Who knows, who cares, my apologies for making you read this.
Not really. You’re to blame.
I read in a book, my mother gave me for Christmas,
“ Inspiration is for amateurs, the rest of us show up and get to work” –chuck close.
Well chuck, if you put it that way, I know exactly where my brushes are. Excuse me…