so i suppose i can admit i'm growing up. i can admit that it's been a fuck of a year, and that my priorities have shifted radically over the course of this previous year
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at times, i write. i used to do it for a living before circling back to art again. like painting, i do think of writing as solitary. but then i know what you mean, as i miss my days in the college studio with the other painters more than anything.
re: your post-hospital-quietude ... i am getting a lot of friendly warnings myself from my doctors about treating serious illness with due respect as a form of real psychological trauma. i dislike the word "depression" because it's loaded term, so instead i'll just say be mindful that you and carlo have been through a hell of a lot, take the time to chill, heal, and reflect. i'm learning to not begrudge that process, myself.
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re: your post-hospital-quietude ... i am getting a lot of friendly warnings myself from my doctors about treating serious illness with due respect as a form of real psychological trauma. i dislike the word "depression" because it's loaded term, so instead i'll just say be mindful that you and carlo have been through a hell of a lot, take the time to chill, heal, and reflect. i'm learning to not begrudge that process, myself.
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