When going into a cold winter, there are certain things that become social suicide like cutting off all of your friends. This past month has only underlined the fact that I'm continuing to go through so many changes this year. Just when i thought it was over for me, a new moment begins in my life.
I've basically been living in NYC for a few years now and with the exception of the first few insane years, it's been a relatively quiet plateau. Actually, the past few years, not much has changed. I welcome the fact that there hasn't been anything outlandish happening, but on the other hand am a bit disturbed that after 3 years i'm about exactly where i started.
The big question is "how did nothing happen? what are the reasons nothing happened?" These are followed by the obvious questions, "what do I want and how do I make it happen?"
Today, being monday, is a great day to sit down and make a firm plan to what i want to change.
On a semirelated side note, I started painting this past weekend. Zito wanted me to be in an art show he's putting up. After a year of not painting since the opening of my last art show i haven't touched the canvas but once. That was the morning my cat died and i got up and painted a 2 foot tall raven on the canvas i had and left for work onlly to find my cat at dead when i got home. It's great and i forgot how much i love to paint.
By sitting out of painting for a year i tried other things. I think that my fear of painting had to do with quitting smoking and how much i loved to smoke and paint at the same time. Another reason is the series that I had painted had a specific theme and i wanted to put an end to that theme. After a year, i had to bust out a painting so i chose something similar to my previous theme and style. I know it's lazy, but fuck it. It's painthing and not brain surgery.
I've basically been living in NYC for a few years now and with the exception of the first few insane years, it's been a relatively quiet plateau. Actually, the past few years, not much has changed. I welcome the fact that there hasn't been anything outlandish happening, but on the other hand am a bit disturbed that after 3 years i'm about exactly where i started.
The big question is "how did nothing happen? what are the reasons nothing happened?" These are followed by the obvious questions, "what do I want and how do I make it happen?"
Today, being monday, is a great day to sit down and make a firm plan to what i want to change.
On a semirelated side note, I started painting this past weekend. Zito wanted me to be in an art show he's putting up. After a year of not painting since the opening of my last art show i haven't touched the canvas but once. That was the morning my cat died and i got up and painted a 2 foot tall raven on the canvas i had and left for work onlly to find my cat at dead when i got home. It's great and i forgot how much i love to paint.
By sitting out of painting for a year i tried other things. I think that my fear of painting had to do with quitting smoking and how much i loved to smoke and paint at the same time. Another reason is the series that I had painted had a specific theme and i wanted to put an end to that theme. After a year, i had to bust out a painting so i chose something similar to my previous theme and style. I know it's lazy, but fuck it. It's painthing and not brain surgery.