more dreams, visions, nightmares

i still haven't finished the landscape. nothing gets done here. it's like i'm too close to the confusion of NYC and industrialism and bullshit. i need the art community of santa fe.

the only image i have in my head right now is a girl staring at herself in a mirror, dissatisfied with her body. her room and vanity are lit orange and it's organised so neatly, it would be like there wasn't anything wrong with her in the first place. well, i've got the easel propped up, may as well ditch the landscape and concentrate instead on people that exist in my head. you know, get it out before it all comes crashing.

rumours have it i'm getting a bike soon. if i do, i want to bike to the harbour before winter hits so i can look at the grand old poisoned hudson river. i'd like to breathe in that cool spicy autumn air and think. as if i don't think enough already.

damn.