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Posted by on 2019/09/10 under Life

Flies in my studio are annoying.
I am so paranoid like most of them. Everyone
in the art world is so nervous waiting for
something to begin or end.
Dear Diary i`m sick of being alone with the pressure
and the futile attempts at perfection.
We make things until they are better
than us or until we get sick of them.
Truth of excitement?
Art is a faith based business.
Art is a rearranged question.
I don`t know what i`m doing
and i move forward.
Dear Diary my hair is leaving me and
i`m so proud to be living like
electricity, living like i wanted
when i was a boy.

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