stoned. i drew a bit. that was cool. through sketch drawing/writing/thinking i’ve developed yet another concept for creativity. i’ve got a few. well, a strong two. and an in and out door spewing half baked ideas the rest of time. that i should write down…because you’re supposed to write down every-fucking-thing in order to get a real idea. yea…i’m a bit lazy.

i wonder if there is a sincerity to those who love the beauty of life. people who are so in love with art it consumes their entire world. i wanted to be that. so in love with this beautiful world. and i do love the world for its horrors and wonders. i love it more than the facade of the self important visual. the makeup and paint, the lights. such amazing colors. but when did the individual gain the right to assume position in the art world. when did the self importance of a few exceed the growing depth of billions? and are they abusing their power? who is the rightful artist? does anyone in this day and age deserve their stature?