Flee from her, to immitate (or intimate!) a lesser fool
I had this title all worked out, but not a lot to say.
The senior art show yesterday was reassuring, but, as was the Whitney Biennial, "short on beauty."
I demand interaction, but desire also fabulous color and infinite strangeness.
Tomorrow, finally!, another sculpture class. Have been delighted all week by my casting ideas, prospects, and have done little other work. Oy.
It is gorgeous out, but wherefore art mine illness? Rather, why this perpetual sluggishness?
Have much soliciting and self promotion to be doing for a summer occupation; this hopeful internship was given to some one in Africa. I desire, otherwise, to (work, of course, and) learn to weave and spin in some capacity. Magnanimous delight in the prospect!
My room draw number, 499, has inspired significant guffawing, unsurprisingly.
But, perhaps I will be gone, then. And by gone, I mean more present, in energy, in happening, in that memory glosses trivial shortcomings and obstacles into eccentric quirks. Or so we tell ourselves, and trust.
I have done some silly things this week, but should perhaps be smugly pleased by my gall, or frustrated only in the universe, in Sapient Fabulism, Inc.
The senior art show yesterday was reassuring, but, as was the Whitney Biennial, "short on beauty."
I demand interaction, but desire also fabulous color and infinite strangeness.
Tomorrow, finally!, another sculpture class. Have been delighted all week by my casting ideas, prospects, and have done little other work. Oy.
It is gorgeous out, but wherefore art mine illness? Rather, why this perpetual sluggishness?
Have much soliciting and self promotion to be doing for a summer occupation; this hopeful internship was given to some one in Africa. I desire, otherwise, to (work, of course, and) learn to weave and spin in some capacity. Magnanimous delight in the prospect!
My room draw number, 499, has inspired significant guffawing, unsurprisingly.
But, perhaps I will be gone, then. And by gone, I mean more present, in energy, in happening, in that memory glosses trivial shortcomings and obstacles into eccentric quirks. Or so we tell ourselves, and trust.
I have done some silly things this week, but should perhaps be smugly pleased by my gall, or frustrated only in the universe, in Sapient Fabulism, Inc.