Went to the Phoenix Art Museum last night.

Saw a movie documenting the life of a Japanese artist in her late 70's, still driven to create.

Very interesting movie. Also a little depressing.
It seems the most f*cked up people have the most to say.


Not that she seemed all that f*cked up compared to most - her residence in a mental institution aside - but that she seemed to be creating art out of compulsion.

On the other hand, it's 6:44 a.m. right now, and I should be in the middle of my morning commute.