more than me

My empty mine runs fluidly, like a rug in the water. The things I have, the things I enjoy, are all empty and yet I value it all so very much. I look at those who have not what I have, and I see joy. The joy I see does not float like the rug; it does not heap piles and piles of shit on top to make it seem like everything is all spiffy like; the joy I see is real for those people and that is why they smile more than me.

for arts sake

There is nothing on the planet more valuable than art. It is the one thing that makes us individuals. Many folks do not see themselves as artists; they immediately say,"I am not an artist, I can't even draw." The fact is, art is in all things and in all minds at all times. From art all things happen.
Once something is conceptualized, it must then be allowed to form itself. Abandoning all pre-conceived notions on what art is or should be will kick open doors that, at one time, did not exist. Once those doors open, the world changes forever. However, sometimes the light inside is too bright and we lose our sight. There is where the art takes place. The moment vision is taken, that is the moment when you must rely on your insides; and it is from the insides that art takes its form and shape, color and style. 98.2