7.27.12

I went home because I needed to make art. I need to make art in order to stay alive. That is literally speaking too, it is no poetic statement or analogy. I need it in order to be. Every art piece of mine is a self portrait. Every one is deeply personal, it is like a page of this blog or of a journal. I think that's why I can't make art around people. I told my shrink this and she seemed to think this was an important enough reason to go home.