For the first time

... In almost six months, I have finally completed a finished piece of serious art.
Most of me feels indifferent, but part of me feels accomplished and slightly regretful that I haven't been doing more in the last months. What to do, what to do...
School was great, don't get me wrong, but it really sucked the joy out of making art. It spewed me out more learned and cultured, but dang.... all I've wanted to do since is pass out in a hammock on the beach surrounded by empty beer bottles Corona commercial style. I guess I need a beach, and a hammock. I've been living my days out lately through the lives of the Travel channel hosts, right now through Anthony Bourdain. The episode I'm watching while typing this takes place in Spain, where my niece Jasmin happens to be doing a study abroad program. She says she's not a huge fan of the food, but Anthony Bourdain gets a gastro morning wood thinking about Spanish food. Hmm.
Instead of drawing, getting a job, being responsible, I've been cooking and making my own travel channel food creations... nothing fancy because I'm too lazy for now. Hopefully, this lazy streak will change shortly, because I like good food, and I enjoy not being a poor bastard too.
One day, perhaps next week. Wish me luck.