Monday, May 31, 2010

I must take a journey..

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?


  1. word to that.
    i think i'm an artist somedays too...

  2. i know how you i artist?a nomad?or just a stoner effing around in the universe

  3. I 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.