Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
buzz, buzz, buzz
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
sun shine, sunshine on me
In the past few weeks I've been awake for way too many sunrises.
Yet I managed to catch only one sunset.
This means I'm really, incredibly tired.
But I have to say how much I've missed New York. Before the plane even landed, I was looking at Manhattan from way above and thinking How did I ever have the strength to leave you the first time?
Before I even got out of the car I was feeling like I'd never left. How easy it would be to just slip back and live a big life there again.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
all the commotion
Since my last post, I've moved to another city, drove halfway across the country - by myself, left all my friends, traveled to another country, went through about seven different time zones, didn't sleep, slept too much, ate amazing food, saw amazing things, read amazing books, listened to awesome music and got really sad. I pet a cat in the rain, a cow next to a castle, I fed a baby lamb. I got inspired and excited and scared. I went broke, watched a man almost drown in a river and realized I changed a lot since last April.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
lullaby
I'm not crazy
I just lost my will
for a little while
Tonight I was driving back to Los Angeles, for the very last time, hopefully, and I suddenly remembered what it felt like to want to be fearless. Now I think there is no such thing, maybe there's always fear in being courageous.
There was a miserable summer in MA, but there was a teacher who taught us to live 'in the mud' and I tried that for years. I don't know that I ever quite lived up to it, but I wanted to. I tried. Maybe I'll try again.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
wish you on your way
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
never write down what I mean
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
baring knuckles
The flowers were my idea. I knew the yellow would bring out his eyes.
I did all the flower arranging myself.
Everything was cool until I put the flower on his head. Then he threw a diva fit and stormed off.
So yeah, we had creative differences, but I think to create art you've got to take some risks.
I have bloody scraped knees from crawling on the concrete. Bleeding for your art is good too.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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