This little itch..

This is a thought that came to me yesterday while thinking of your dilemma. If I were to psychoanalyze your art, I would say every piece shares the same distinct quality. It is not reality. Even the realistic forms are blended with some strong element of fantasy or insanity. That tells me you’ll never be satisfied in a realistic or “sane” life. So now that we’ve disqualified half the paths in life, what’s left? Time to get batshit crazy?

Total shutdown sometimes helps get my mind back on the tracks. Shut out the world for 24 hours straight (or more as necessary). Watch an I Dream of Jeannie marathon. Then do something totally mindless but productive like clean the place from top to bottom.

And that’s a load of horseshit. As I was typing it, it sounded stupid. I dunno about you but I’m sick of coping methods. Either I fly or I fall faster, but I think you & I both are tired of just hanging on.