I have become a wee bit obsessed with the Chelsea Hotel as Just Kids was my first read of the Summer. I am toying with the idea that I am an artist. This is obvious, you say. Then a stay at the Chelsea Hotel seems only natural. Here it is today:
beautiful. maybe a train ride to Coney Island as well?
word to that.
ReplyDeletei think i'm an artist somedays too...
i know how you feel...am i artist?a nomad?or just a stoner effing around in the universe
ReplyDeleteI am thinking about that right now actually- I have the hardest time stating that I am an artist! what does that mean anyway? I am am still tethered to the real world and the fact that I need to make money, although I have this need to produce work and "get stuff out of me" or I might go totally insane.
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