Today (yesterday) I handed off my brooklyn bridge painting to my art director. Right now it is 4:14 AM and I am trying to figure out a drawing of a Manger Scene. I was supposed to deliver a portrait at 5pm yesterday but I put it off until 9AM today. I have a pile of deadlines on my brain and heart and I am digging as fast as I can--- Digging in sand. I am sitting in the strange waffle house on the outskirts of life, this is my reality. 4AM drawing fests, deadlines, sketchbooks and beer. On my wall is a big poster board with deadlines and projects, I cross them off and they breed more like rats in an alley. My brain never stops, everyday I have inventions and paintings and ideas and I live in a spinning wheel like a hamster. I chase the cheese of illusion, the pie in the sky..for some reason I make a living, they pay me to make art, this is like paying a frenchman to make bread or be annoying...it is paying me for just being alive....for doing what I was born to do.
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