Thoughts From An Artist

An assortment of disjointed thoughts and feelings

An honest assortment of private feelings and thoughts throughout the years. The dates have been removed, because they aren’t relevant. These bouts of depression can happen at anytime, and find themselves repeating. Hopefully, the sad and lower points of this piece can help you as an artist, and encourage you to feel that you aren’t alone. That there is another, perhaps across the globe, who feels what you feel and thinks what you think. And despite those low points existing, there can be peace in between, and maybe even laughter.

Last night I dreamt that I was speaking to a girl. She was an ordinary girl, just like me. I don’t remember her face, voice, or anything that stood out about her in particular. She was wearing normal clothes too.

One thing that I did know about her, was that she wasn’t alive. She had died already.

I went up to her and pleaded “Please, tell me what it is like to die. I need to know before I do.”

I sat in a cafe with a Japanese hair stylist from NYC. I told him that I needed some time to think of what we needed. I know sometimes this is hit or miss. It doesn’t always work, and sometimes it outright fails, but I also realized that oftentimes I am scared to make other people wait. Sometimes…