Anything my paint-stained hands can touch turns to art-- my glue gun makes me a goddess, gimme something blasé and I'll make it beautiful. My interests stretch far from computer graphics, dear ole willie (Mr. Shakespeare), and the ancient art of Tantra, to poetry, prose, and a piece of Godiva.
Fellow Bohemians.
Forget mainstream-- it's all about a day trip to Barnes&Nobel to listen on free headphones to all the unrecognizable music collected from all over the world, and buying something totally random like Gotan Project, ManRay, or Nickodemus. Or maybe something old and familiar like ole blue eyes (Frankie Sinatra, baby), Billie Holiday, or Satchmo-- aka Louis Armstrong.
Gimme any old b&w, Gone with the Wind, or a foreign flick like Amelie. Because I don't own a television set or DVD player, that makes watching movies a minimal subject right now.
I don't own a television set. Maybe that makes me anti-American, but so be it.
Bust out MacBeth, Hamlet, any good-time readers from the Bard. Or settle in with a nice novel like Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil or Interview with a Vampire. Classic shorts: Lamb to the Slaughter, The Lottery, and Tale-Tell Heart. Yes, E. A. Poe is the shiz-nit.
Who do I love and worship? The Bard, William Shakespeare, for starters. And any great composer like Beethovan (Moonlight Sonata rules), and obviously my mother and father who walk around with halos above their heads and somehow find forgivness after all the mistakes I always make.