Flashback night. Creative. What is an artist? Listening to my old Sinead O'Connor songs from her Emperor Has No Clothes CD. Dunno why. Poetic. Tragic. I think I owned her cd almost 20 yrs ago now. Great cd though- I recall every song, remember singing along with every one of them. I guess I love that artistic, passionate style. Like Bjork. But shhh, it's oh so quiet. You're all alone. And so peaceful until... (*screams*) possibly maybe something happens. Artists are awesome people. They describe themselves through their work. Their mental space. Their angst. Their thoughts, What an amazing capacity we have.
Starve we may- financially perhaps. Mentally, never. Always well fed in that respect. Sobeit.