So I did what any practical and level-headed young adult would do, and I double majored in art and music, with a minor in performing arts and creative writing and French (to help with the virgin problem).
I burnt out after one year, dropped out of college, bought a beat-up VW and drove across the country alone with no plans and no maps (we didn’t have smart phones back in ‘em old days).
The next 10 years are too embarrassing to talk about. But let’s just say that 10% of the time I was brilliantly creative and made some great shit, and the other 90% of the time I was a starving artist, literally, like I stole food sometimes. Fortunately, I did have lots of sex.
This is getting long-winded, so let’s skip to the present. I am an artist. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t because then maybe my 20s wouldn’t have been such a train-wreck. But I am an artist, and there’s no compromising on that. I was born an artist and I will die an artist. If you are an artist, then you know what I’m talking about. If you think I’m being dramatic and should get a normal job already, then you are not an artist, lucky you.
I choose not to choose. I will create my art in different mediums because that is the kind of artist I need to be. If the result is that I am a jack of all trades and master of none, then so be it. I plan to keep creating until I die, so if I live long enough, there’s still hope that I could become really good at something.
Sources of Inspiration
- Kanye & Kim
- Bey & Jay
- NYC, LA, SF, Paris
- The Transcendentalist poets
- The Impressionist artists
- The French Romantic composers
- Taking a walk along an empty beach.
- Taking a walk in the forest.
- My (literal) dreams.
- The shit that comes up when I meditate.