If being an artist means something, its to keep being a child in this world of grown up people. Laugh at them. Make your living doing what you love. And being a pain in the ass for the powerful ones. My studio is actually my bedroom without the bed (I sleep in the kitchen), but this little space makes me powerful and free. Playing Bach in the mornings in my harpsichord… in the evenings invent new ways of dealing with music. That’s all I need!! Well… having sex from time to time would also contribute to the overall creativity/happiness thing, but unless the pink flamingo wants to surprise me tonight… seems I will have to forget this part of my adult life. Didn’t want I to be like a child?? Scheiße