on inspiration and impotence

i wish, i wish, i *wish* i could draw what's in my head! a few years ago i had a vision that i can only describe (and that description is in itself a revelation of only a few hours ago) as a modern-day "jack and the beanstalk". or "jack in the beanstalk". quite frankly, i need to go and buy more canvases, and i need to work hard on these ones. no random flurries of splashing splotches and letting it go at that.

the nonentia - a friend of mine who's releasing better and better stuff. listen to it! listen to it now!

i spent a couple of hours on the beach - it was packed. but the water was great and the day perfect, the eye-candy was a pleasure to look at and i managed to make headway into my book [james hillman - re-visioning psychology in case you haven't been keeping up]. i keep being surprised at the fact that i'm reading something that was published in 1975 and should've somehow filtered down to the average joe by now. it's criminal that so many miss so much.

granted, i'm talking about the type of person whose brain won't explode while struggling through the first couple of chapters which function more as an introduction to the terminology than anything else.