Inspiration.

Sometimes it's hard to find it... sometimes there's not enough time in the day...in this cold weather season, when opportunities like Miami Basel come around, and I find myself on the West Coast feeling so far away from the day to day interaction with the art world, I have to just look harder. I want to take the time to go to Mollusk soon to check out their new gallery show. I want to see new bands like Jonesin' at RVCA do their boombox jam, and then sometimes I just wanna swim in that social pool. Through the First Person Magazine publication and this blog, I want to give back all the radness that folks have taken the time to make so that people like me, who are looking for it, can be inspired. Communicating this world inside of us to the outside world, and showing this keeps me going and the magazine. Tonight I went online instead after indulging in my weekly television show, which is starting to feel like a trailer for its upcoming episode without having any guts in the current viewing but I was happy to find interviews online with curators like Francesco Bonami whom I've always admired. I guess when I was living in Paris, and I was feeling noncommunicative at breakfast time, I read the entire back catalogue of the old Index magazine online, and I felt as if I was eavesdropping on some great conversations, which is what I'd like to continue to do with First Person. To generate an interest in creative diversity and global communication of music and arts that I find inspiring. So, when yr cold and run out of books to curl up with, just fiddle with some photoshop, garage band, surf online a bit, and call your loved ones. It's weird, but my two fave shows have narrators in them, and maybe I'm beginning to sound a bit like one myself. When in doubt, check the moon.