Technically speaking I should be on a KLM flight to Italy right now, en route to "drawing is everything and everything is drawing?" course in Tuscany.
Instead, I'm in Brooklyn, NY, fresh from the bar and sitting with very mixed emotions.
I find myself so much more full of self doubt when I'm in New York than when I'm in any other part of the world.
I miss seeing the world laterally.
I don't like all these tall buildings!
Is New York really just about selling one's work and not making one's work?
I miss the countryside so much...
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