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I live, and surround myself , with art.
It is not a passion as much as it is just my way of life, I can't escape or reject it.
Everything I do can take on a form of creative expression, be it though music, visual pieces, culinary creation, or, writing.
I don't like to call myself an artist (but often have the audacity to do so) because it instantly triggers an air of pretension; but at the same time, a degree of vanity is required.
Should one not take pride in their creations, it comes out meaningless and empty to the creator, and it can show through to their audience.
Currently without Muse, I trudge through, trying to keep sane as I try not despair in these long and exhausting days, often questioning myself, “what next?”
Nick Cave put it well in a line from his song, “Jesus of the Moon”:
...people often talk about being scared of change
But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same
Cause the game is never won by standing in any one place for too long
My insistent wanderlust and curiosity keeps me afloat. For I refuse to become like a caged beast, contented in mediocrity. But the fight is hard, and long.
I play bass for Bock's Car , and work for a joke of a catering company to make the monies.
The End