A moderately productive day. I've finished most of the drawing to the Omar Khayyam painting which will be subtitled Perfection and Necrophilia, because that's what I interpreted the poem to be about. It's a complex piece to paint, similar to my other picture The Art Of Painting; but with more meaning and feeling this time; more about love than sex. It will be my first positive love painting.
I wrote two songs today too, both quite good. "Sex But No Kisses" is a woman's song, and plays on similar themes to my Physical Intimacy painting which came from some of my research and study of human relationships. It was something I'd not really been interested in, or taken part in before. At one point my psychology definitely moved on from an almost Asperger's Syndrome state to a more open social one; and to be a great and popular artist I will need to grow more, to chase and eliminate more fears and insecurities, to love and respect and care more, of art and of life; because that is how love and respect and care is gained.
So, could I become a successful artist? Could I become the world's greatest artist? Could I become the world's richest and world's most famous artist? I have the skill, the imagination, and the intelligence. Perhaps all that is missing is the marketing... and the actual desire for those goals.
Sex, but No Kisses
You gave me sex but no kisses.
You gave me sex but no hugs.
And so I found somebody else,
that's why I've left you.
You gave me money,
and all you do.
You gave me you.
And gave me sex but no kisses.
That's why we're through.
You gave me love,
at first.
At first.
And then that love
so slowly died.
You gave me sex but no kisses.
You gave me sex but no hugs.
And so I found some one who would,
someone who loves me.
Don't want to hurt you
with this crude note,
but it's goodbye.
You gave me sex but no kisses,
and that is why.
