I hope that when I finish my life one day I leave a crack in the world.
I know it sounds morbid but I have thought that sentence billions of times in my life. It gets me out of bed and puts a brush in my hand. It is funny what drives us up and over things. I don't know I care anymore if I 'm the best in the world. It just seems like such a waste of my life to want to unfavorite all the artists I think are the best to me. I know sports people who train to be better then their heroes and honestly I wonder what drives then after they have no one heroes left?
I am not running from a great moment anymore but I do refuse to look for it more the paint. To constantly record so i don't miss it for others. I am a huge crow in the sky raining over canvases...............art is my million lives and deaths.........hmmmmmmmm