So, here I am, in the middle of nowhere. Sitting in my parent's kitchen, listening to the sounds of the old house, and my mother snoring away on the couch. It's funny, a year ago I would have detested being here, been upset and bored and angry. All for having 'nothing' to do.

Right now, I still have nothing to do. But now it's a comfort, a happy vacation from constantly thinking about life and all it's little meaningless problems. I enjoy not having anything to do but the things I wish to do. I suppose art would be a thing to do, considering this is an art website. These days I find it easier to look at the art of others and just appreciate it for what it is: great. Each person's art is wonderful, and those deviants I have on my little list are by far some of the best. They all seem to take a simple concept and create simple, yet complex art that doesn't detract from itself by being cluttered.

Have you ever noticed that? That art these days has become so bold and loud and complex that it loses alot of the calm beauty there is in the world.

Anyways... that's my mini-rant..grump.. thing.