igordog

Painting painting painting..... the smell of linseed oil.... all my horizontal spaces filled with drying freshly stretched and primed canvas.... I almost feel like a real artist....

I'm older by a decade than most people here on SG. Yet I feel like there must be some miscalculation whenever I write my age down on a form.

In the last decade I've changed like a caterpillar, who emerges from its cocoon, only to discover that it's turned into an even smaller caterpillar.

I'm a total different person, yet I still haven't gotten anywhere... I've only realized that I'm further from the conventional concept of adulthood than ever.

I'm neither one thing nor another, in between careers, loosing or gaining weight, lonely as all hell, and lost as a penguin in Los Vegas.....

Spinning cocoons and emerging ten years older, and not a thing to show for it, other than a superior perspective of my own lack of maturation.

I think of my grandfather, who looked like a hundred years old when he was just in his thirties. It seems I'm on a different path... one that is very long.....

If I ever do find my way, it'll surly take me another ninety years to get there.....

The american dream is a false dragon. We're jousting with windmills. There is no treasure at the end of the rainbow, and to change into an 'adult', to attempt to slay the dragon, and achive the american dream, will kill the child within you...

Let me save all you kids some trouble....... plan to not follow you plans......

Do what you love, and never stop looking for more things to love to do......