It gets me all wrinkled

I ran into Art Burshy this morning - he was stretched on a chair in front of a coffee place, wearing sun glasses and sipping coffee from a very large cup. I asked if it was a nice cappuccino, and he looked up slowly...´no, it is filled with espresso...and I need it. If I could inject it directly in my veins I would not hesitate a second...´ he whispered with a broken voice.
Turned out that Art had been drinking quite some wine the night before, so it must not have been a big surprise to be hung over the next day. And he did not deny he 'deserved' facing the consequences, he just started explaining me....

There are people that live their life respecting all rules of health; go to bed early, no alcohol, no fat in the food, not too much salt, even less sugar, etc. Sure such life style is respectable and if such people are a bit lucky they might live to become 110 years....
But does that mean you lived your life to the max; have you done all to explore your boundaries and dive into the enormously deep sea of life. It is important to walk naked into the sea, to accept its darkness and lose yourself now and then. As long as you do not drown in your own darkness all is fine.
As Art Burshy says: "when you come back from your darkness you will see more the brightness of the colours in your every day life.
And for an artisrt this is essential; if you do not explore your darkness and dysfunctyional behaviours, how could your art ever represent a meaningful journey?!"

It is not the first time he told me this sort of story and view of things.
I told him that in my mind this would mean your body might more quickly become older, show traces of being structurally tired and of using alcohol or even other stuff.

Art looked at me with open eyes and his eye brows in a serious frown as if he was wondering if I was joking, stupid or... just very naive.
"Yes, it gets me all wrinkled... and I just love it" he said and
"there's nothing wrong with cleaning your veins with some alcohol now and then."

I realised arguing had no effect on this man, wished him a good day and headed home.

I can feel the inspiration coming

Our friend Art doesn't stand the cold very well, so he went to a tropical island to get through the winter. He also feels that the temperatures in summer actually inspire him.
And he told his accountant that this would be a work trip...
he would go to find inspiration and break through some barriers...
so the cost of the trip are tax-deductible, aren't they?!

This morning he wakes up on the beach...
or is it afternoon already...
he has this weird feeling in his head that he only vaguely recognises from years ago when he was young...
almost feels like a huge hangover...

Looking around he sees the wine bottles of last night.
He smiles and starts to remember the great conversations he had, the brilliant stories that he heard..
or did he imagine.

Now he senses the taste of 'dead birds' in his mouth...
and somehow he now notices his heart is beating in his head...
and he feels pain in his neck, as if he has slept all night in a weird position...

Yes, these are the consequences of a bacchanal night like the ancient Greeks used to have. And it is pretty painful now, but he smiles as...like for the Greek the greatest myths were created during the darkest moments of such nights, and somehow he can feel the inspiration coming.

Art feels that many people stay to often in their safe zone, never willing to go too deep anymore, and afraid to have some pain afterwards... that is so monotonous and boring! Art smiles like a dog happily awakening from being operated still fuzzy from the anaesthetics... this is painful, but at least he is alive...and he thinks that this will lead him definitely to a true master piece...what do you think?