one painting to the next and conversation circles in between... constant shifting. sometimes i wish i weren't bound to familiarity. don't get me wrong, the acknowledgement is flattering but sometimes a girl needs to just walk and admire art solo.
i've swayed my opinion of marilyn manson. intelligence graces art. acts dirastically, shock value creates impact... whether positive or negative, his actions are truely thought provoking. the duty of an artist is to comment on culture. not particuarly fond of his music but MAD respect.
the memories sped through faster than i could drive and it dawned on me that i must begin to tend to satisfaction... once again. just in case tomorrow never approaches and in hopes of having something to smile at through the bumps ahead.