Working on art lately is like a battle I feel I am losing. Time no longer slips away from me in short increments but in huge vacuous voids. I feel a bit like Rip Van Winkle, waking to find the world has moved on and my beard has taken over my face.
I guess in fact the routines we build ripple through our lives with ongoing effect. Our energy is not limitless and this is where our love for a thing bleeds through. If it is strong enough I suppose it will mold around those forgiving constants in our life. Like work, sleep, and my undying obsession with procrastination.
Today I bring to you some propaganda for UA.