Thursday, June 17, 2010
I'm realizing that all the stuff I thought was important to consider about making art, particularly in New York City - that I thought was real stuff - stuff that people outside of that realm didn't know or consider - I'm realizing that that stuff is imaginary, isn't real, is made-up, jaded bored wrongly emphasized overly narrow stuff. It's a problem of the density of people in the place, like most things. Hard to get a whiff of fresh air there.
Sleep is very creative, just in another whole classification of doing.