Lately every time I sit down to write something, I say to myself, "who the fuck cares?" Not in a depressed way but in a realistic way. It seems kind of pointless. Lately I've been expressing myself with painting and I still dabble in photography. At least when you're done you have something you can look at and reflect upon. When I write I might read the piece once and that's it. Gone.
I paint like I write. Raw, random with lots of color. I love color.
I'm pretty much done with video, although I wouldn't mind trying my hand at something a little more serious.
I still play around with music but I'm a babe in the woods and just like to create sounds that sooth me. Not sure you can call it music but who the fuck cares.