ManoolaTakeTwo

The Creatives

NYC is a cesspool of creation. And cesspool is the right metaphor because some of these “creators/creatures” are just plain dirty, and their art lacks focus, ingenuity and is the color brown cos they kept adding paint - and we all know what happens when you try to make a rainbow; it shits on you. A lot of these kids who are making art and show-casing at galleries run and owned by 20-somethings are low-life’s who dropped out of Bard College early and decided to run around NYC on their dad’s credit card and a smile.

I guess I’m just a little bitter cos I am a creative soul that feels stunted and stifled and cant release this creative tension that is building up, and ultimately is gonna burst - but probably in a bad way, like a zit that you’ve been playing with for too long, and you want to harbor it and save it to do it a semi-professional way in front of the mirror (clean hands, tissues and alcohol), but then it pops in your fingers, at work, onto your computer screen, and its awkward. I have a lot of different interests: film, writing, acting, web…things, painting, music….can i do all of these things? and how? 

I know there’s no starter gun, so do i just…go? k.

PS. longest friday of my life.