sleepy saturday

more contimplative musings on what it means to be an artist. it's the label i'm constantly seeking, yet never seem to find, as elusive as cool. or even hippie, for that matter. artist is the hardest one, yet i think it comes from not being able to have distance from my own life. i spent the afternoon drinking coke, listening to pink floyd's the wall. painting a stepstool and being mesmerized by the rainbows my prism makes. i think hearing about this from someone else would make it a day (life) to be jelous of.