Chicago does have soul. Chicago does have city love.
Im here tonight in the city. I left the warm thickening Pacific air of my Los Angeles apartment at 4:30am to catch the red eye to this Mid Western metropolis. Im sitting here in this makeshift office in my hotel writing. My brain is operating at 25%, my eyes are red with no sleep, I can barely utter a sentence from my mouth, but my heart is spinning upside down, and my soul is head over heels in love with this city. And I suppose thats all it takes to make a writer write or a painter paint.. that.. strange word of mouth scrambled egg harvest of words that spit from brain to fingertip to make monuments of movements real.
My last stay here which was roughly a month ago, brought up so many memories of when I previously stayed here in early 2000 era. My head was like this junkman, opening old treasure troves of long forgotten flotsam and jetsam dreams. I was starting on this Mickey piece, but I wanted this to be more a part of me. I couldn’t use a ruler to make the letters, I wanted my hand to guide me, because I wanted this piece to really come from my body. Technically this piece is no. 25 and the original first piece to the destination series.