"This is the true voice of the gutter."
I went to the Basquiat exhibit at The Brooklyn Museum a few months ago. It was one of the few exhibits that I went to twice. I have always loved Basquiat. I always will.
The film, Basquiat, is on right now. Whenever I catch it, usually on The Sundance Channel, I can not turn the channel. Everybody made money off Baquiat. Everybody continues to. Everybody but him.
This has nothing to do with this post. I just am watching it and felt the need to share. Basquiat died on August 12th, two days after my birthday. Whenever that time of year comes around, he is instantly on my mind.
I feel as if I haven't written a personal post in a while. I am not sure why. It is not as if there hasn't been stuff going on. There are a lot of work projects going on lately. Some projects make me feel creative, some do not. Depends on the day.
I feel creatively fulfilled but emotionally is another thing. I feel in a bit of a funk. Turning 30 has been empowering in a lot of ways but a wake up call too. I am having the "is this all there is" feeling which I thought went away in my 20s but it only beckons louder.
I never saw myself as one of those contemplative types. Being upbeat is a big part of my identity but sometimes it feels like something I have to keep up. I know that it keeps me from dwelling on the tough things that have happened in the past two years. Still, I am not sure who I am keeping it up for exactly. And in light of current events, it's been harder and harder to see the bright side of things. I probably need to do more to make a difference.
I just am wondering what I can do to be happier and I am not sure. It's part of the journey, I guess.
OK, now I'm going to bed.
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