forward's the only way to go.

lately i feel as though people have decided to bring me down.

well, not me specifically.

but the things i love.

i love art.

i love art history.

i love photography.

and i love design.

life is art.

my life is art.

so don't say it's useless.

where the hell would we be if leonardo da vinci hadn't studied the mechanics of the body and related them to science?

what about the ideas of perspective?

isn't architecture a form of art? i guess we don't need buildings.

and doesn't absolutely everyone use art to reflect things?

don't we make art to prove points -- political, educational, etc?

don't we put art everywhere because it's "pretty"?

don't we think art is the best way to describe emotions?

screw you.

i want to do art with my life.

and i will.

just because i probably won't be sitting in a leather chair making millions, 

doesn't mean my quality of life will be lower than yours.

have you ever thought our idea of success in life wasn't the same?

at least i'll be doing something i love.

boom.

bam.

over and out.

avec amour, 

athina.