Not enough drinks to miss moments in creative elicpises.
Nothing about me is based on trust. I have few friends but I know tons of people. I guess that is the life of an artist. You know murders of artists but you are fighting in a way for the same money. I hate it but I know how to feed myself. I love the feeling of the paint on the canvas more than selling or even showing. My mind's eye shows me a future on a line that can change into anything but ends in the visions of futures. My left side rips into possible outcomes.
The show is set and day one is done. Day two, the busy day is knocking in my dreams.