Art Is Good

Hello Everyone:

I've been sort of having a nice day. The sort of part was mom just being a real irritant today. It's like everything she's done and said was intended to annoy me. The good part was a visit to the local museum. It was really nice communing with beautiful, on a beautiful day.  Art is good, bad, and in between. Art never lies or cheats. It listens, it understands. I feel the same way about architecture. It's what makes me feel whole. No one, except other art people, can understand the inde scone joy I feel looking at any work of art, including the ones that make me go WTF. It makes me forget all the nonsense that goes on in my life. It makes me forget all the things that mom does that pushes all my buttons. I am so looking forward to this trip to England. I'm not expecting anything more than a nice time. A job offer would be icing on the cake. In order for that to happen, I have to start taking steps to making it happen. I've had this dream of working in Great Britain. Where did it come from?  My own  frustration with job market.  At least in Great Britain, the language won't be to be big of an issue. I'm not playing geographics. It's more like I need to establish my own self, apart from everyone else. If that place is 5,000 miles away, then that's where it to be. I still would like to stay in Los Angeles but I need my space. I need to breathe.