Now here I am, two beers and a few hours past everyone else's bedtime, still glowing with some kind of 120 watt bulb that manages to illuminate the creative process for me, if only until I fall from fatigue. What is it about a box of paints, a piece of paper, and some good music I've never heard before? I can't help but feel like this is the elixir, the fountain of youth...it's like love, or jumping off the roof of your garage for the very first time...
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Night-night, Sleep Tight
Monday, August 3, 2009
Closing the Windows, Closing the Doors
"A painting is like the facade of a house...and you're like a janitor who goes around systematically trying to close all the windows and doors -- but when you get to the top floor to close the last window, a wind blows open the one on the first landing.
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