Sunday, April 25, 2010
As the days wind down into 4 for my first international plane travel, the nerves and anxieties, the excitement and uncertainty of how to try and not embarrass the shit out of myself is kicking in.
From the artistic viewpoint, I'm giddy over seeing London and Bucharest's architecture. Two cities with far more history and culture to them - what, in America how far are we? I can't take a stroll down into Cleveland and find the buildings that are needed to inspire more artwork. Hell, I can't stroll down there anyways out of fear of being shot up.
When I get back from this trip, I feel the art will have kicked up more.
Right now I don't feel much inspiration. I haven't for months. It's disconcerting.