Anywho, the fat cap wielding man of mystery is spending a month in NYC. Everyday, a new piece pops up and, if you care to follow along, is catalogued here. There have been some tagged walls and an installation of nature in the back of a truck, but my favorite thus far has been this door in Greenpoint:
It got me thinking, why do we doubt ourselves so much? Why is it only smart if someone else says it, writes it, paints it, plays it? We put these people on a pedestal all the while not hearing or trusting the voice inside. Is this ability to trust oneself what separates those who do from those who don't?
Holy crap, I just realized something. Life is dead simple and nobody told me. Damn!