The Boy Who Stayed: A Lifetime of Healing
The idea that all of us adults have an inner child is silly. Which is the point.
This is the design for my newest batch of vinyl stickers. I just submitted the order and should have them in hand in a week or so. I sell my stickers on my Artisan's Coop store, but I do not profit from them. I also give them out
fuck art make noise
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The purpose of making art is making art. It will never be enough. It is all there is.
Who of them will come to be? How many of them are you and me?
screaming motorcycles encircle my house triggering a fear of the dangers of daring to be young again on top of that all the birds a round here are refusing to co operate i remember leaping over the handle bars and painting the street with several inches of my fore head
The idea that all of us adults have an inner child is silly. Which is the point.
I am not a disciplined writer. I don't even like to call myself a writer. I don't get writer's block. I get writer's fright. I've said this before. Why does writing frighten me? Because when writing, I can't lie. I can't hide.