Art is fucking nuts.
I’m really one to say something about that, but taking this huge break from my own little piece of art, I’ve realized something. You’ve pretty much got to be obsessed with anything to do it frequently, to do it with passion, and to do it well. Think about it, only obsessed people paint pictures of heads in baskets with blood gushing out. You’ve got to be a little insane; it’s a prerequisite.
I am that little bit insane. Moving on has made me think about a lot of things, and I honestly have been taking really huge bites that are a little hard to chew. My writing is a little rusty; it sounds childish. But at least I know what I like and what I where I want to be. I don’t mind being a little crazy; I’ve devoted to this.