I was going to write a new novel this summer. The same novel I was going to write last summer. I can’t write it down though. I know the story beginning to end. It’s been churning in my mind for years. Why are there two paintings? This is what my gut is telling me to create. The urge of Art leading my hand to the brush. These paintings have also been on my mind for months.
My mind and creativity don’t always correspond with my artistic desire. I want to be writing. I want to hold the pen and paint pictures with words. Maybe this is the path to my book. There is a correlation. Los Angeles connects all my Art right now. The bright neon, the decay. The brightness of California creating the perfect shadows for despair to hide in.
So this is my Art. Neon Paintings. Hopefully this is how my writing starts, with Marie Antoinette at the beach.