“It seems that the more I tried to make my life about the pursuit of art, the more money controlled my life: collecting unemployment insurance, the humiliation of borrowing money from friends and family, tossing and turning at night while trying to figure out how to pay the rent. To survive I had to work hard jobs and afterwards I’d feel too tired and too stressed to paint. It’s very hard to create under those circumstances. Creativity is a delicate process. Often times I wonder if I should have just pursued a career for the first half of my life, obtained some degree of financial security, and then transitioned into art.”
I love you, Lana, and I’m totally into your whole daddy issues/eating oranges in a garden while sucking on some guy’s finger aesthetic, but please do not shoot another video with an iPhone (praying that it’s not the official one). Jesus did not die for this. Also, I need some Ride/National Anthem/Gods & Monsters level video epicness for this Ultraviolence era.
“She said ‘I love you and I want to spend my life with you.’ Then ten days later, we sat in a diner, and she said ‘I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“What was your happiest moment with her?”
“The happiest times were just little moments of exuberance. Like when she jumped on my back because something swam up against her in the ocean. Or when we danced in the kitchen when the pizza arrived”
me watching the Ultraviolence music video