Art does not stop simply because one is sick. Besides, any excuse to do drugs is a good one. I can pretend I am Van Gogh living in France and fucked up on Absinthe and lead poisoning from sucking on my brushes. Maybe my angels will come out more ethereal if my consciousness is altered. And this is the next book I want. It is by Angela Cartwright and I want to learn more about altering photography. That is what is missing in my paintings. That extra dimension of the real world but messed up and not like the real world at all.