ive been craving the sense of urban community i had when i lived in the ok hotel in pioneer square lately. its weird, but that year and a half was the most at home i've ever felt, anywhere. back then i was making art like crazy, much like i am now, but i moved with a confidence that art school has since taken away. i can't help but feel all kinds of nostalgia for those days where i lived in my own art jungle, moved art off my bed each night to go to sleep, and waved at passing southbound traffic on the viaduct as i watched the sun set over the puget sound. i haven't found that same mood of urban since i moved to los angeles. it seems too big a place to have a center so nothing is ever all the way urban.
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