the starving artist
Sometimes when I start these posts I try to talk inspiration into myself. It’s like a pep talk and I try to be witty and quick and it doesn’t come all that easy. Most of the time I don’t even know what the hell I’m talking about which makes for a very abstract painting. Hey! Everyone loves a starving artist. I usually don’t slept or bathe for days and scarcely eat but a piece of bread for every meal when I’m inspired. Yes, I get most of my “artistic” work done while living like a hobo. I haven’t been inspired in weeks and I’m not inspired right now and it’s slowly killing me, bleeding me dry and that probably sounds completely crazy. Why in the world would you want to be in the state of a homeless person just to be inspired? Because right now I am starved of inspiration and deprived of words. My thoughts are blank and my mind is scribbles and nothing flows. I probably won’t be able to write more than a paragraph for this post and right now the only thing that is keeping me with this “starving artist” theme is the fact that I haven’t eaten since 6:00pm yesterday, and it’s now 5:19am. Sometimes I’m just not inspired enough to compose and frankly I’d rather have a nice meal and bathe.
I’m sorry this is a brain dump. My mind is overloaded with stuff that obviously isn’t inspiring me. I think I’ll take a break from the internet for a week or two. I have a couple books I need to finish.
Book List:
- The Tao Of Pooh
- My Forbidden Face
- Atonement
That’s all that I can remember off the top of my head. To see what I’ve been listening to lately check out my last.fm profile here. I wonder how many times I said inspired, but lets face it, I’m not exactly animated, inspirited, energized, or exhilarated when I look like a homeless person. Who would be?
-Rosemary Paige
