Another day of waiting on my unemployment while trying to find a mindless and soulless job that will crush my spirit and soul and kill my artist drive. I really need a stress free environment where I can just sit and paint and let the flow go but unless you are exceptional and have an exceptional support mechanism and exceptional luck...well...The chances of being a full time working fine artist is low unless you want to starve to death and live in your car.
I often thought that if I won the lottery I would build an artist colony. A place in a very cool part of the world where artist could live free of bills and stress and just focus on their art. A place with a gallery where these artists could show their work and maybe catch that big break that will give them some freedom and independence.
How cool would that be...wake up...get dressed...eat brekkie...paint!
...and they say there aren't any dreamers left in the world.
My brain never shuts down. It is broken and there is a constant stream of poop flowing through it...I would like to share this poop with you.