I wrote this when I was nineteen and I still go back to it when I desire some type of....insight and motivation.

Artistic Hunger.

You know those movies- the ones that happen to have an artistic character who has art like...everywhere?

I wish I was one of those folk.

I mean, I have this image in my mind of me sitting in front of an easel surrounded by many pieces of art, both finished and unfinished works with paint splattered newspaper and the smell of linseed oil in the air.

I want my own little studio apartment in a city that is NOT shameful of it's artistic talent. In a city that has art around every corner, on nearly every wall. In a city that doesn't hold sports higher than art. In a city that appreciates individual talent.

Norfolk does not have that. Does anyone know which city I'm thinking of? What city would best fit my creative desires?

I've considered New York...but it's quite too busy for me, I sometimes think.

I've considered L.A. but not very much.

I've considered even working my ass off to leave the country..but that would be scary. One day I will. I'm only nineteen. I just need the initiative.

I want to be that artist. The one in the movies. I wish to walk around a busy-but not so-city with paint splattered clothing and my beret. I want to wake up in the middle of the night- without the fear of waking anyone up- and just paint as if I've been suddenly inspired by a dream.

I want to be somewhere that I can mingle with others who hold art in the highest regard.

Where is this at for me? Is it only but a dream? Is it only just wishful thinking that will never be fulfilled?

No. That will be me one day. I just have to make it happen.

This hunger will be satiated.