waitin', wishin'

First: Bob Ross is my favorite magician. I sit there, watching, "and now we add a little blue here, and that'll give us our shadow." and I'm like "no way Bob, I don't see it." and then BAM! Magically, the mountain has a shadow, and looks like a picture of the fuckin mountain! How?

I felt it tonight. I get this feeling, on nights when I know I'll be out late, running around, tagging or just putting something up. It's like something in the air. I got off work at 11pm, and I wanted to do some sort of a piece.
But I didn't. Matt's grown up a bit, I guess. Or maybe I've been listening to Sandy too much. She's always so scared that I'm mess stuff up. I think she is that thing that's been holding me back lately. Sandy wants high quality stuff. She wants me to sit it out in the studio and finish a piece, and go put it up. Not that I'm totally against it.... but I've just never worked like that before. Everything I started had a 24 hour time limit, from prep and buying supplies, to taking the evidence photos. I gotta sit down and talk to her. I was created to be fast and messy and not care. If she wants slow and carefully work, she should do it herself!!

I was just sitting there..

I know this has been discussed to death, but it kind of just clicked over from apathy to interest today..
There was an article in one of the art magazine that someone was quoted saying that artists are trying to justify themselves lately, elevating their profession to that of doctors and lawyers, or at least teachers. I think it was called "practicing for the practice", and I started considering this business about practicing art.
Then it came to mind about 2 different types of art, "crazy art" and "crafty art". Crazy Art, if I may, is what I do. And lots of other artist. Shit that looks like it was mind-eye, an idea. Then there's Crafty Art. And I'm reminded of someone like Crista, or this guy in class who carves wood. That takes super amounts of time and skill.
Then I got to thinking how nice it would be to be a full time, hands down, no turning back, super hero artist. Getting to decide how I spend my day. Not having to worry if I'll get fired. I've always wondered about that kind of a job. The self made man.

To music or not to music

Music. Loud good music. I remember listening to a debate about whether one could listen to music and still achieve good work. It was such a non issue, hands down. Music. I focus when I listen to music. I have the radio in my studio, and my mp3 player when I'm out-and-about.
I just lost my ear phones for a week, and it was trying. I mean, I still work without it, but, it helps.
The thing is, I NEVER use music when doing something illegal or putting up pieces. I don't freakin dare. It blocks out sounds of my breathing and heartbeat, and the sound of people and cars. But sometimes I wonder if I should listen to a song or too. I know I get super paranoid and turn everything I hear into an emergency-run-away-fast sound. But maybe those are the sounds I love. Now, if I could record that feeling and those high-adrenaline songs and play them back while working, maybe I'd have something different altogether.