February 2012
34 posts
so...
i may or may not be filling a gallery in town in the near future…
had a small yoga session this morning.
my mind is clear.
i’m ready to move forward.
let’s do this.
at least all these negative emotions are good fodder for art…
I’m apologize for this in advance, but to keep myself from ripping my hair out I’m going to rant.
I’ve been dishonest lately. People ask if I’m okay. And I smile half hearted and reply “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” The truth is, I’m the farthest thing from okay right now.
I have never felt more alone in my entire life. I have no one in my...
in an instant
before i even knew it
i grew up.
dear life,
thanks for kicking the shit out of me again.
signed,
disgruntled patron
darlin’, you’re fake like american cheese.
livin’ your life under a plastic sheet.
why bother with hidin’?
so i am feeling nostalgic, which is dangerous. i am also the only one in the office today so that does wonders. but i live my life through photographs and one of these days, i’m going to go through that big ass box of 3x5’s i have an make a film collage of all the memories i’ve pack-ratted for the past year and a half. there’s some stories in there that need to be told.
eavesdropping on my drunken neighbor's rants...
highlight of my night. this shit is ridiculous.
