A Life in Paint
I wanted a second blog post for this painting. A painting should be more than just a painting, or mine should be, anyway. I'd like to actually say something while I'm down here in this meat suit. ;)
A few years ago, I did a short stint being single. That was rare due to me being a Goddamned sucky baby and always needing someone around. It gave me a chance to do A LOT of deep thinking. I would walk a lot and just think. I would think about the shit I've done and not done. I would think about the people I may have hurt and the people I may have helped. I would think about the traumas I went through from childhood, the horrors, the great things, and everything in between. I even considered becoming a Buddhist. Alas, I decided against being a Buddhist. I knew myself all too well, I liked the pitfalls of the sensual delights, the rich food, the experience of acting like a big, silly, talking monkey. Anyway, I came to a rather simple conclusion, we likely are just talking monkeys.
At the end of the day, you may as well enjoy that cup of coffee, looking at that gorgeous sunset, enjoy the peace of watching a cow eat grass, enjoy eating a piece of the cow, having a beer, telling some rude asshole to go fuck themselves, or just generally being the silly ape you are. I mean, do you really think some dude in the sky is watching you? You don't REALLY believe that, not REALLY.
As for me, I'll just be me, that painting clown who does whatever the hell I want. Is there anything else??? I think not...