I find it hard to stay in one place for extended periods of time. You burden me with endless questions that, when looked at through a simplified lenses, can be compared to the laws of psychics. How do you want me to explain to you that what goes up, may not come down?
A waif beauty drawing on the green carped floors on all fours. Being a worthy subject to a bountiful amount of artists doesn't make me any more worth in my own mind. I've decided that from today on, I am going to be more vulnerable; A more worthy and playful subject. I am the flesh and blood.
Influenced by everything, but ultimately reflecting nothing. I'm not going to burn my bra or drop acid, but I can't live within the confines of a routine. And, without a routine, I lack the ability to maintain a set of long-term friends and relationships. Art punks, glam rockers, mods and the not-so typical walk in and out of my life, sometimes without even stopping to share a single world.