I've been trying to escape Massachusetts because of it's lack of aesthetic but moving wasn't working out for me. I tried. Trust me I tried to leave. Cried a lot. Lost a few pounds. Fought depression or Melancholia as my friends like to put it. Lost my mind a bit... Obviously it was time to check in with my mother, God, and my Self. I decided to stay and instead of moving away from the State, I'll move out of the suburbs and into the city of Boston. Why? Because what I need for the moment is space. I realized that what I'm truly looking for is space. My own peaceful spot of refuge. I don't live in a peaceful environment for the moment, and I'm suffocating creatively. I have a lot of ideas and sketches stored somewhere in my brain and they need to come out but I have no space for them to do so. I also believe that maybe as an artist, it's my duty as well as others, to artistically change Boston. I don't know. It's what the voices are telling me and no I'm not insane.
I thought that moving to major artsy cities would help me be closer to other artists, but I can do that with technology Right? The internet is a world in itself. I can always take trips to nearby cities such as NYC and Philly to keep the inspiration flowing. Also, when I went to Erykah Badu/Janelle Monae concert Here! Live! in Boston! I saw all type of artistic bad ass looking people. I was kind of shocked. I feel like they're all hiding somewhere and haven't shown themselves to the world yet.
So I think this is what I should do. Moving into my own apartment and work aggressively towards becoming a professional artist so that my truth could reveal itself...
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