Imagine That

I spend a lot of time alone speaking with imaginary friends. Its rather marvelous. Its not that I truly believe they exist... scratch that. They exist in my mind and thus are confined there. But are extraordinarily real. Some of my art is their conception. There genius idea. I just wished when i talked to them. It seemed like sometimes with some of them they take on the persona of real people i know. And the expectations I have for the imagined are placed on the real. Thus the real become disappointing because they don't meet up the with the imagined's sense of adventure. But the real always promise with a fantastic sense of surprise. What I suppose I am saying is taht I imagine my friends differently and converse with them in my mind differently but you can't beat reality and you can't beat your own damn imagination. Because reality gives you wonder through not meeting expectations and mostly exceeding them and your imagination gives you exactly what you want... most of the time.

I wish It was acceptable for me to paint my greek myths.