Muck of Art

Another day, another post and too much on my mind. How do you separate the muck of life from your art? Is it possible...or is the muck the art?

I feel like I spend my life in my car. I feel like I spend my life at work. Is there a place I can actually call my own? Is there a place for Mika besides in my mind? I know there is no answer...and I know I'm rambling to no one. I feel like today's photos are a reflection of my life. The color, the view and the reality..."life through a dirty windshield."

Night,

Mika.