So does anyone else have this thing where you write something and you really feel the artsyness of your words and placement, and you are truly digging on the vibe of it, it really feels like you are pouring out something truly profound, exposing some beautiful facet of your soul, or some valuable wisdom you have gained.... and then a few weeks/days/hours goes by
and it makes you shudder
it reads as the most pretentious
drivel you have ever spewed forth, you hate it in all capitol letters, and are completely shamed and mortified you ever typed it out, let alone poured it onto the
That's how i feel about almost every journal entry I have ever made.... and a lot of the old work in my gallery while im at it.
Internet has been down for a week. ACL fest has me barricaded into my neighborhood/apartment. This year it is louder, and longer. walls are shaking. no exaggeration. I can sing along with the lyrics in my shower, not to mention every other place in my flat.
so I have been doing alot of work on the place, and art in it.
I spect you will be seeing it soon.
Also I entered a video to the "Inventern" contest tested is having. as soon as I know if its kosher you all will get a peek at my horrid film editing skills.
and now that i am caught up on all my you tube subscriptions maybe i can get back to cleaning and organizing my place.
or maybe its time for sleep.