Sunday, October 31, 2010

Artistic Visions and Other Illusions of Grandeur


There's something about New York that makes me want to be an artist.

And it's incredibly irritating.

Don't get me wrong - I admire the great creative, holistic, and embracing romantic spirit as much as the next person, and I don't mean to dismiss the pursuit of it. But me? Being an 'artiste' (with an 'e')? It doesn't compute.