I am no longer a resident of detroit (not that i ever legally was). I no longer have studio space. I no longer wake up and sit at my work table, cup of coffee in hand, and just enjoy having everything i felt that i needed to create right in front of me.
It was eeeeaaaasy (not really ever that easy in the heat of the moment).
And with what remains of my studio shoved in closets, under beds, and being used temporarily as a beer pong table, I, without knowing it (though i knew it, dammit, i knew) conceded to the fact that a break from 'creation' was inevitable.
And then a friend showed me this--
air and light and time and space
"-you know, I've either had a family, a job,
something has always been in the
I've sold my house, I've found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
for the first time in my life I'm going to have
a place and the time to
no baby, if you're going to create
you're going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
you're going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you're on welfare,
you're going to create with part of your mind and your body blown away,
you're going to create blind,
you're going to create with a cat crawling up your
back while the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.
baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don't create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
Well I'll be damned. I guess he told me. Good.