beds.

needs.

i spent a lot of time in my life trying to collect things. i also spent a lot of time moving. maybe this counter-productive action has left me a bit devastated. i try to get over it. i try not to care about things so much, but i can’t seem to justify giving up any materials. i wonder if physical materials will accumulate great value in a post-consumer, virtual era.



i try not to put to much value on specific interests these days. sure, many things have influenced me, but what? and how? i don’t really know the answer to this question. what do i even create anymore? i do not know this either. i have been so analytical for so long that i even forgot i could be creative. this is not the first time i have done this.

making this page i found the last photo work i did in the spring. it is nice to know that i once made pictures.



i remember a point in my childhood i stopped drawing completely. another time i stopped writing stories. later i stopped giving speeches. if i think about the three times i can remember painting i can recall that they were definite acts of inspiration, as long as they were happening, and until they were done. this might apply more accurately to how i create in general, and that if i don’t feel the need to do it, i probably just won’t.