What about my studio? The space. The music. The light. No one told me I'd make more art surrounded by strangers in strange places. My teachers never mentioned it. No one said that alone there'd be so much noise inside me, and out in the din of the city there'd be this safe quiet. It's hard to accept.
1 comment:
yeah, i hear ya. what an odd place to find a comfortable bubble, and yet have so much energy and motion around you.
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