This is the Start of Something.

This I say to you: I am 21 years old and I live in my own time.  Nothing can stop me now.

Who am I? 

Productively: I am but a young artist, unrefined with misdirected passion. 

Philosophically: I relate well with the great cynics. 

Intimately: I am a loyal friend, a muse, and infinitely accepting. 

Realistically:  I am an irresponsible youth that lives with his friends and scribbles his hopeless thoughts onto paper and canvas.

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The city is where I’ve staked my claim… 
Riverwest is calm and quiet, just the way I like it. 
I spend my nights listening to The Beatles and drawing or writing. 

Lately,
I’ve been digesting art history and poetry books. 
This fall I will be starting at the university’s art school. 
I seek to advance my knowledge-base and skillsets. 
I seek to speak through my hands. 
I am to become fluent in imagery.

I am Ben, The Painter-Poet.  Oh shit.