AND SO IT GOES....

I remember describing to family and friends, that if I was writing my autobiography....something I like to amuse myself imaging in an felacious(sic) way.....always coming up with new titles for it...THAT when I arrived at the chapter on having moved to THE BIG CITY, I would start with: "And so one day I awoke to find myself in New York city....", it seems so impulsive (?), the decision to move here, and so random (?), to actually find myself here...(I have a hard time actually making concrete decisions...the options being so ridiculously immense).

And so here I find myself, and the new year begins....Will I even be here in another year....I may become so drunk on the realization of being able to make anything actually happen in my own life, that I may embark on a whole series of random choices...ending up weaving baskets with an unknown tribe of the Sahara (I have always wanted to see its uncluttered vastness...) I MEAN THAT COULD REALLY HAPPEN....(do they weave baskets there....?).



(no.....this is just one of the Bergdorf Goodman windows.......ain't it a beaut?)

So now that I have gotten through with, in my case, the ridiculously easy task of finding a job I can stand, and an apartment I do not loath returning home to...I can concentrate, I hope, on the task at hand....The creating of art as a life...