clean sweep

hanging out with Ms is like hanging out in 2002 bombay. we eat, we drink, we try to get high and generally make arses of ourselves. impromptu raves, cutting chai and smoke filled corner rooms filled with artiste wanna-be's...this time around it was without the monsoon rain that often accompanied us. i remained in the city, as if in bombay, skipping around cafes, galleries and pretending my regular not for profit life didn't exist.

Tj, Cd and Sj are a family of film and artsy folks that i met with Ms and loved. he lives on the other side of brooklyn, with beautiful houses and tree lined streets that mark the boundary between hood and suburbia. the home is straight out of tlc clean sweep's "before" photograph. rustom loved the house and my lazy potty self loved it too. rustom spent the evening exploring every little nookie and corner he could and then decided on peeing in the living room atop their dalai lama'd carpet. i spent most of it being "inspired"... by candle stands, vintage furniture, old shoes, wine bottles, picture frames, jewelry.. you name it they had it...a little appalling at first but the many little touches; it warmed my soul.

in the spirit of exploring my own artistic nature, i have spent this morning looking at websites and artwork. i have unfortunately now realized that most famous artists that i quite liked use this cop-out... which may be a good thing for me. my virtual shopping cart includes canvas, paints and an easel. it also includes a trip back to1999 when i thought i would be a painter and had a similar shopping cart in my room in bombay. mum donated the custom made french easel to a family friend just last year. she said i wasn't about to be artist while in law school. i believe she single handedly killed my dream. they were right, we can blame everything on mothers.

sad, i really could use those supplies now.