brain in the silence
music, my brain is spaghetti without it
words and rhythms are friends to me, they tame the indifference and decorate time
but when everything is muddled and the clay has turned gray, i look to visual art for answers. painting, more specifically, without any thought in mind, just the canvas and the medium -- allows me to see whatever i'm feeling (though often times, nothing at all) for what it is (with no bullshit or what-so-ever)