So it's 4 in the morning, I've taken an ambien and suddenly all of my thoughts are occurring in my head in thick british accents. Secretly I am full of british people... this is news. I get Dindella to send me something I could draw to pass the time, she sends me a ref of some mythical creature and I decide to run with it.

Scribbles dissolved into smudges dissolved into shapes into forms into life and it was a very magical experience watching this sketch come to life before my eyes.... which are blurry atm btw. I suddenly understood that mind set held by so many fine artists. The whimsical, mystical, spiritual fall that is creating a painting. Not like Digital illustration type painting, I mean those nut jobs we talked about in art history, those guys, who'd paint a huge eye across the canvas and we'd sit there and wonder why.

But the delirium I enter with ambien opens that door and suddenly I can see how every stroke and color choice and shape gave the damn thing character, a type of feeling, an emotion that you felt along the journey of creation.

And I just think that sort of experience is really hard to describe to totally sober normal people. x3

Moral of the story- to understand fine art, especially contemporary art and impressionism and such. To know what sort of mind set you have to be in to understand it all... just smoke a little weed or take some ambien or whatever gets you loopy doopy. Do it, and then draw something. It's totally rad bro. *fallsover*

I have no idea who I am or what I am talking about
Imagine me flopping off of my couch landing face first onto the floor
what a magical floor that must be
.... I mean.... That's the kind of situation we are dealing with here. These drugs man.... holy shit.