Do any of us actually know what we’re doing?
My background amounts to perpetual, glorious grinding failures across a wide swath of the creative world – not unlike falling down an upward moving escalator. There is immense comfort in knowing that no one is reading this; however, you have found yourself here and find that this either resonates or repels.
We live in a very strange time: we need art more than ever. Entertainment is education in the form of sucre. When least expected, it brings real life magic to our lives. My entire life has revolved around vibrating strings, the pen and both sides of a camera.
There’s a quote somewhere by either Voltaire or Mark Twain totally talking shit about people who use quotes as being morons which is why the following quote has been included…
“If the finest genius studies at one of our colleges, and is not installed in an office within one year afterwards in the cities or suburbs of Boston or New York, it seems to his friends and to himself that he is right in being disheartened, and in complaining the rest of his life. A sturdy lad from New Hampshire or Vermont, who in turn tries all the professions, who teams it, farms it, peddles, keeps a school, preaches, edits a newspaper, goes to Congress, buys a township, and so forth, in successive years, and always, like a cat, falls on his feet, is worth a hundred of these city dolls. He walks abreast with his days, and feels no shame in not `studying a profession,’ for he does not postpone his life, but lives already.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Here’s a dumb picture of me by a talented photographer.