Coming down

tru luv

I had a love affair with a sheet of fabric once. It was the visual component to my year 12 artwork and by God it was everything to me. I couldn't stop thinking about this thing that I had made, wanting to be near it at all times, desperate to touch it, fix it - sounds crazy yeah whatever. It was a safe kinda love 'cause fabric is fabric and when I was tired I could use it as a blanket and go to sleep wrapped up in the names of my family that I had stitched into it. 

I guess the point is I want to be consumed all the time by feeling something. Sitting idle is no good, even train rides are too long without missing something. I can't really understand the point in half-arsery. If you're going to commit to something, like hoping to be able to live off creativity or whatever, then you really have to commit to it. Like the way I see it it just has to be everything you are, weaving in and out of you like blood or air.