Funny story. I was working out some ideas in my journal the other night. Then I met some Americans who are in the anti-terrorism business. What a fun bunch of folks to be in such a serious business. The owner was a petite chic from Hong Kong she had a laugh that could topple a building. And what she lacked in size she made up for in character. Anyhow, I had a really great time talking with them and Stewart the CFO was a really cool guy that helped me cut a rug without getting my ass kicked. Anyhow, I was telling them about the fact in Amsterdam you can buy pure MDMA(xtc). There had been so much bad xtc going around and people were getting sick that the fucking awesome ass Dutch government set up a program to ensure that anyone wanting xtc could be sure it was pure. So now ,supposedly, in all the discotheques there is a government appointed person that is there solely to test your xtc for you and let you know if it is real or not. So because of this Amsterdam now has the most consistently pure xtc on the planet. After telling my new friends this we were all going to jump on a plane and head to Amsterdam. As the night went on they realized it was just a dream for them...and I was bummed I couldn´t go with the crazy fun group. So they bought me drinks all night... my friend tequilla... ran heavy. I started ripping drawings out of my journal and handing them to girls, bar staff, and the owner of the club. I told them I was the greatest artist of all time. They asked why and I said, "Because I am the best!"... "I am ART!". So as I meandered the streets at 5am buzzed out of my head. I screamed, "I am the best!" at everyone I saw. Artist´s ego... doh! I really need to get settled into a studio so I can prove to anyone reading this that I am the best... ha...ha(honestly there is no such thing as the "best artist" there is only a person performing at his or her best) I´ve just been distracted by my so called life until now. It´s really difficult to paint master pieces in my hostel. But as an aritist it is my job to make people feel. Based on how much chaos/laughter/anger I´ve caused over here... I think I´m doing pretty fucking good as an artist... paint brush or no paint brush.
So anyhow on with the story... yesterday I took a break from art to grab a beer and some dinner. As I wandered down the Rambla. People would occasionally scream "You are the best!" At first I was a little embarrassed but then I embraced it and screamed right back,"YES!I am the fucking BEST!" Late last night I got into an arguement with 1 French guy about the fact he thought that I couldn´t be the best... then like magic someone I had given a really good drawing of 2 girls making out to whipped out the folded paper... and said he is the best! I don´t know if it was because I drew 2 chics kissing or he thought it was an awesome drawing... but at that point he said, "Okay...maybe you are the best" Maybe he just wanted to be my friend in case the sexy lesbos were near. Oh well... "I am the best!" Now if I could only be the best at the following: working out, not drinking/smoking or taking drugs, being a better son/brother/lover, being a better listener, being humble, being at peace... I´d truly be the more than the best artist.
I hope you all are the best in your own lives... at whatever it is you think is important. It´s a life long journey that is always something to drive toward. I believe no one will believe it unless you believe it. So I´m standing by my belief... "I´m the fucking best living artist!" It doesn´t matter what anyone else thinks... I know it... and that´s enough.
