... art buddies ...

Sitting on this Brooklyn rooftop, a new friend discusses his music, proclaiming:

No more waiting on other people.  It's time to do it myself.

I raise my wine glass in agreement.

I have always been in search of art buddies.  More specifically, one reliable, compatible, art buddy.  Some of my best memories from high school include painting New Haven rooftops with Rebecca and fighting freezing fingertips for the love art in the back of Ellen's pick-up.  But new paths lead to new states, new interests.  The key is to keep going, even alone.

While in New York, I met a lot of promising leads.  Held onto one.  But nowadays, after playing the field for so long, I almost expect to be disappointed.  I am not surprised when yet another artist proves to be all talk or all self or all out of it.  Yet still, for a long time, I continued to hope that my own passion and drive to create would inspire even the most uninspired.

But friends, my tune is starting to change.

Now I say, f*^k 'em.

I say: what are you thinking?
I say: the general laziness of the human race, particularly of the artist population, is to your advantage.
I say: Your work ethic is what ultimately will set you apart from the bunch.
I say: Encourage the laziness of others!
Stay down there!  You should say.
Affirm their thoughts of I'm not good enough or I'm too good and let them stay undernourished, in the dark, hidden.

Be aggressive!

Which unfortunately, is so not in my nature.

But I can learn to care less.

Belonging to a group of inspired, like-minded, motivated, passionately driven individuals remains one of my most desired dreams.  And I treasure the few I know.

But for now... enough waiting on other people.  It's time to do it myself.