It's 2 am. I have been making artwork since the afternoon. At first I was motivated by an emotional whirlwind moving through me, then mood morphed, and the project just became something I HAD to do. Driven. Driven to make my messy strange art. And now, to write about it. I honestly don't see how my art has much PURPOSE. it will not give you shelter (unless you are a mouse), or food (unless you are a mouse who eats paper and tape)...Hehe. i don't know where that was going. Is this Ahem. Is this my purpose, my talent, my reason for living? Doodling people and monsters and shapes with pens and crayons, then plastering it onto something random (in this case, not so very random: a sketch book is a fairly standard place for one's art) using clear packaging tape? Gotta love the clear tape. That stuff rules! Well, I accept it as one of my purposes, surely. Hmm. I also include other random bits and pieces. You'd have to see it. I guess I am hoping to improve the mood ever so slightly of anyone who picks it up. That is as much purpose as it can have, as far as I know. Also, it gives me a place to put my doodles that occupy my time. And the crayons and tape get put to good use. These are useful concepts. Maybe I do it for me. I guess if it inspired just one person (to do what, I don't know), it would all be that much more worth it. Someone asked me why I make art one time, and I was stumped. Oh, those WHY questions will get you every time. There is no answer, or there is a billion answers. If you think about it, everything makes a difference, no matter how seemingly small. Just a little bit at a time. I still think I should work on eventually setting my sights higher. Not that this isn't a good thing to do... Well. At least I have a book full of pretty now. And a delirious me. And a messy room, with crayons, little balls of tape, and scraps of paper strewn all about.........Aye. Aye. I should think of cleaning up this messiness. The moral is: uhmmm.....practice your craft, even if it seems to have little function. Things will change. Just let go and watch it happen. Hmm. Or maybe the moral is multiply your thoughts by 1000, then see if the sum is equivalent of something worthwhile to think, say, or act on. Wow. That was oddly and instantaneously insightful. I think I sound high. But I am not. Just sleep deprived, my good friends. You can try it too. It is a nice change every once in a while.........wheeeeeeeeeee............no sleep til........ (Brooklyn)...............