well i spent a little time
in the cozy
Gertrude Steinesque
salon
of my pals liz and debbie
who surrounded me with art
filled me with tuna fish salad
and satiated me with love,
music
and a small slice of serenity
its amazing what art can do for the soul
i have found that even though i, myself, am an artist..
i do often feel the void of not being around other artists and how they can inspire and stimulate you
i guess thats why through-out history there are so many schools, groups, movements of artists evolving together..
my art partner dror and i both find ourselves gravitating towards
artists community
him to williamsburg brooklyn
me to provincetown
and we both seem to use each other to end our dry spells
and push into new beginnings
so yeah
i guess its safe to say
that my artistic soul
needs to be nudged a little by other artists
i wonder sometimes
if years after i die
people will think of me
as part of a group
or a movement
slicing through its little mark in history
its an interesting thought
wondering about the footsteps you might leave behind
anyway
im screwing my head on
trying to face it forward
trying to fill myself with wind
and power and
fury
hoping my sail will catch
and i will be propelled forward into whatever
grand things await me
i promise
i promise
i promise
to return to my bitchy
politically incorrect self
very soon
indulge me
