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A few days ago I was invited to a Austin, TX Capitol art show happening this weekend. By my standards this is impressive, but today I think I stumbled across the greatest achievement in my art career.

I stopped by the local art studio that is sponsoring the show to drop off my paintings to enter, and it was fairly obvious the owner was impressed and introduced me to a teacher in a class of maybe 8-14 year old children. I received all sorts of adulation from everyone there, and each of the kids seemed eager to show me what they were working on. I've never been good around kids, or people in general for that matter, but I think I really connected with those kids.

While I had been talking with the class, their teacher had been studying my painting and eventually asked how I made it. I explained that one of my favorite things to do is use a straw to blow ink and paint around for cool effects. But what really took me by surprise is that most of the kids wanted to try it too, and convinced their teacher to let them use ink and watercolor for their next project. I'm not sure I could ever explain that feeling, that something I created has influenced young minds in some way, and that they are so quick to look up to me. I can honestly say it's one of the most incredible feelings I've ever experienced in my life. Just meeting those kids alone is more than anything I ever could of hoped to accomplish through art.

I'm excited by the prospect of being a part of such a prestigious event, but it pales in comparison to how eager I am to see what those kids come up with.

Well, I've been lost at sea for a thousand years, just looking for someone that I could hold dear.
She might be long dead by now, but I still search somehow.
And true love, well, that never can die
but I wish that it could, because then so could I.
I don't know if I'm a ghost, 'cause there's nobody left to ask.

I don't mind being alone. I really don't. But what really bothers me is the people that proclaim that they would do their best to help me, that they only wish the best for me, that they will always be there for me til the end, that I'd never be alone…

Well, I'm still alone

I apologize for the lack of paintings lately. It seems I've paralyzed my creative energy because I admire the perfection of the blank space too much to ruin it.

Here's to all those that drink to the worst
Here's to the liars, the losers, the cynicists, and those who don't believe in anything
Here's to all the good times we almost had
Here's to all our lives we watched pass us by
and here's a toast to loneliness