09/14/2025
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To be an artist, in the way I needed to, I had to hold an idea until it choked me
I had to not release it, but let it leave me. To escape like a butterfly out of me
and watch it fly away fine
Because I had to see what I needed wasn’t meant to be any way I could envision it. Or fit to be bent to a will
I’ve been at this awhile, and the truth is:
I got better at business, sure
or elaborate commerce
But I’m not sure one gets “better” at being an artist
like a cat, I’ve learned the pleasant parts of being an artist let me celebrate it when it wants me to
I got lazy and took that for more
Like I needed to do more
And when I asked Fortuna herself for art and grand adventure, in my image, my apotheosis, she smiled and placed upon me her favor
There was art in a dead alternator
In a shy mouse named Bunburry, and his extended family
There was art to meet the lips of chaos full blush and celebrate the rake of its thorns
But to open the doors delirious, after 2 buses and a 40 minute walk, to find friends, $3 piroshkis and wine
That was the part of art I enjoyed
To be all in, to something I didn’t fully understand
Being a human
Wanting to human
Wanting to talk about it,
To express it, and keep it sacred
And keep it going
And to know it wouldn’t last forever, and to remember to enjoy it
To fuss over it, like a lich jar
And maybe kick it over later
That’s the element I missed
I’m 3 months late
To say I will miss my derelict darling, and the humans that surround it is an understatement
But I learned a lot
This was fun
I will miss it
I hope you didn’t
Thank you .sf
🌑🌿 .press
