So, last night I astrally traveled to the “Dream City” that I described several posts ago. I found myself in an abandoned “Apple” store with Ozzy Osbourne, about 15 Chihuahuas and my coworker, Karolina. We were all smokin’ a doob. Then I said, “This store needs some decorations!” and I took out some newsprint and a flair pen and drew a troll throwing stars up at the sky.
When I woke up, I had an epiphany. A few days ago, I’d been so depressed about the state of my career that I announced on facebook my “retirement” from making art. But then, I was making art in my dream so I guess I can’t help but do it. Therefore, I’ve decided that what I should retire from is the “business” of creativity. I’m just going to stop “trying” to be successful. I’ve been broke this long and my life is pretty great anyway. Who cares if I’m broke for another 20 or 30 years? Hence, I’m just gonna keep doing my thing, making my stuff and if someone wants to buy it, great. But I’m not gonna even think about it. Done. Trying didn’t work so maybe not trying will.