Life force, life force, life force! It’s the JUICE dude. I want it, I love it, I need it, I have it, how about that? I just spent 3 and 1/2 days dancing at a dance jam event and felt the essence of myself in the most relieving way. Something about moving without talking, and moving […]
This is how Artist Oppression sounds/feels/thinks
When it’s time to make art, I feel… what’s the freakin’ point? and who the F cares? and I suck anyway so… and I’ll never make money at it and when I tell people that half my day is dedicated to making art, they look at me like “poor selfish b–tch, she thinks her hobby […]