My Dearest,
April First. The Moment of truth. How long will you survive? Until tonight? Next week maybe. Will you finish the month alive? Please, stop talking about next year, in your situation it’s pathetic — poor Loser.
That’s it. The big jump. Doing what you do. Whatever it cost. How many of us have been crashed by the past? A new life awaits. On my side, it’s gonna be three years tomorrow. How did I survived so far?
Three years of Sissitrix. Fuck. What a bliss. Curious? Below is my very first post:
The bliss of the imposter syndrome is to enjoy every moment at its upmost. Whatever starts, ends — nature's relentless law. But, in between, do not save your life for later days. Enjoy that day, seize all the joys!
I will guide you through the lights of my secret garden.
“For an artist, to be normal is a disaster” — Jonas Mekas, filmmaker
Happy Easter,
Sissi
Just incredible Visionary Art! Visceral! Also check out Carlos Almaraz and see the doc I include as a link. Keep pushin us all over the cliff, OK? ALL expectations must be shattered. Enjoy!
3 years whit the same Expresso , it must be a cold and hard drink now . 😉
Keep it up ..