Right now I just feel I have to write and so I do. I'm writing this for myself and to myself, I don't mean to write for someone else now, but maybe some of you out there are feeling the same sensations I am feeling, so that's why I'm writing publicly, because where are not alone....
Lately I'm thinking about my life and art... what's the relationship between them? What I rationally think is that art is what I want to do in my life... but is that the reality? is it what I really want to do?
Because if so, why am I so stuck?... feeling depress because I cannot produce something I really like, something I really want to.
I know the way to be
Yesterday, just up and still a bit sleepy I've watched a video… I'm still shocked. A young guy dies doing graffiti; he's not the first and he won't be the last: THIS is shocking.
Why? Why take a risk like that "just to paint on a wall"?
But even without to be so extreme, why spend a lot of money in cans and trips, why take the risk of being catch by the police?
Obviously it's not just for fun…it's not a hobby, not a game at all.
Many questions bouncing inside my head, then one of them became THE question: Why am I doing Street Art? Why am I spending hours and hours cutting stencils and training with cans, pastels, colours?
Has been long time since I've posted my last entry, so I thought it was time to write something because sometimes I really need to stop and write...think. It's like to freeze my life for few minutes and think about what I did since now and what's next... yes: WHAT'S NEXT!?!? Another year ahead and I should think about the future, isn't?!?
bha... the truth is in my future I see my girlfriend and my Art, that's all. The reality is that I really care only about them, but I MUST think about a job, since right now I'm unemployed and I've no money to pay my rent and the taxes... but if I decide to find a boring full time job I can say goodbye to m