they live under the stairs and should’t be trusted
it’s unfortunate but the truth is, I have to feel a little weird to make art. not miserable but when I’m really stable I’m focused on going grocery shopping or whatever and I don’t experience any strong enough emotion that warrant creating or even connecting with art in any meaningful way. I think I’ll just have to accept this and feel kind of weird forever
i love spring because then the chestnut tree starts blooming and the petals fall onto the cobblestone
jon: original statement given november 5th, 18-
me: