Blows my mind
August 20, 2010 § Leave a comment
I woke up high on making a sketch for Ma yesterday, spoiling for a bright day, focused on the spark.
And I talked surrealism, Ireland, rock and roll, Kashmir and wealth managers to anyone who would have a conversation. It winds me up sometimes finding things and knowing them.
It takes so little to trip me up. Putting pencil to paper and creating form, owning the fragility of your hopes, finding Lester Bangs, the many ways a story can be told, even that words have stories, being fascinated itself.
I’ve been told I want nothing badly enough. The truth is, I do not want one thing bad enough. Just my fix.