When I think about art, it’s not without a slight tinge of regret. Art was my first love. Truly deeply madly head over heels kinda love. It’s the thing that has always been there for me which I guess is why I often take it for granted. Like an unappreciated girlfriend that loves you no matter how bad you screw up.
That’s no way to treat a lady.
I’d like to say I’ve changed and that it won’t happen again but hey, I don’t have all the answers. Sure we’ve had some rough patches, but our time together hasn’t been all bad. Right now it’s 2am and I’m gonna spend some time getting reacquainted. Hey there, gorgeous. Remember me?