And away we go...
I had to pay my brother's rent again today. (Did i tell you he moved out of my mom's house in San Juan?) I dont know what the fuck he does with his money i swear...probably smokes it up. So when i was filling out the check and putting it into the envelope he decides to grab his balls and verbally attack me over the phone. Telling me i shouldnt be so cocky just because im paying his rent...and not to think i was the shit. Just all sorts of IGNORANT STUPID accusations. He said that he had to work hard to make close to nothing while i sat on my arse all day and whored myself...that would only explain why i have a small amount of money by doing nothing.
So i explained to him in the loudest voice i could find, that maybe if he got off his lazy arse (which he has admitted to be) and used the goddamn high school diploma he has to good use by going to college or maybe even just working hard, that he too could have some funds to the side. I dont have to whore myself around (i do that on my own time), i have a fucking degree damnit. I have determination and preserverance...im a hard ass when it comes to business. Not so much in the love life department though. I dont get high everyday wakin and bakin and then getting drunk everynight leaving the kids with my mom. Im smart enough to never have kids. Can i help it if im lucky enough in this life time to make a comfortable (not an extravagant, but comfortable) living off my art? Shit man...that was the point of going to school for it wasnt it? To take care of my family?
He still hasnt grown up, and he'll be 21 next month. He's still a selfish fucking child. And so fucking unappreciative. I had the good mind to void that check...but i didnt. I couldnt do that to my niece and nephew, though they spend most of the time with my mom any damn ways. Oh yeah...and with Robbie...who still lives with my mom. Shes never there though. Not much anyways.
I have been asked by the Sacramento Metropolitan Arts Council to make a poster in opposition of the building of a Cinearts right across the pavement tracks from the Crest theatre. I agreed. They want to spend 12 million dollars to build a new theatre thats going to show films that which Crest and Tower theatre already show. Aint that abouta bitch. Why not give the money to the crest and tower both are which already historic buildings in Sacramento. So far i have came up with a sort of 60's Bill Graham Fillmore Grateful deadish style poster with the words:
"Yes indeedy...Sacramento is getting greedy." And "Remember the Alhambra."
How effective this will be? Who knows. Everyone does protests for the wrong fucking reasons these days, its gotten glamourized to the point where no one even pays attention anymore. I am also in preparation for ANOTHER fucking exhibit in San Francisco next month. MELT 2004. The Art Explosion studios decided they wanted to show some people i guess...they are open studios though. Who knows how this will go, its in a bourgeois part of time...Portrero Hill.
I am also on the verge of being chosen for an exhibit in New York of 12 women artists. (Which i dont really care for) I had to write a statement specifically for that exhibit...and i think i may have fucked up my chances of showing. I wrote a bunch of shit that i think scared the white curator. Haha. Gotta love that. She asked me why i painted...and i told her the fucking truth. I dont think she understood it...but hey. It was the truth.
"I dont see why i should have to go to an art school to prove to an American society that i am worthy enough to make a decent living off what i was born to do. Art. My parents are artists. Neither them nor i painted for vanity, we paint to bring the attention of the oblivious and the ignorant to the life of the proletarian.
We can establish it as a basic fact that the importance of an artist can be measured directly by the size of the multitudes whose aspirations and whose life he serves to condense and translate."
Isnt it funny how men always say the girl who is there friend...they end up dating? I love that. I also love the fact that most of the time im right. God forbid i turn right in politricks though.
So i explained to him in the loudest voice i could find, that maybe if he got off his lazy arse (which he has admitted to be) and used the goddamn high school diploma he has to good use by going to college or maybe even just working hard, that he too could have some funds to the side. I dont have to whore myself around (i do that on my own time), i have a fucking degree damnit. I have determination and preserverance...im a hard ass when it comes to business. Not so much in the love life department though. I dont get high everyday wakin and bakin and then getting drunk everynight leaving the kids with my mom. Im smart enough to never have kids. Can i help it if im lucky enough in this life time to make a comfortable (not an extravagant, but comfortable) living off my art? Shit man...that was the point of going to school for it wasnt it? To take care of my family?
He still hasnt grown up, and he'll be 21 next month. He's still a selfish fucking child. And so fucking unappreciative. I had the good mind to void that check...but i didnt. I couldnt do that to my niece and nephew, though they spend most of the time with my mom any damn ways. Oh yeah...and with Robbie...who still lives with my mom. Shes never there though. Not much anyways.
I have been asked by the Sacramento Metropolitan Arts Council to make a poster in opposition of the building of a Cinearts right across the pavement tracks from the Crest theatre. I agreed. They want to spend 12 million dollars to build a new theatre thats going to show films that which Crest and Tower theatre already show. Aint that abouta bitch. Why not give the money to the crest and tower both are which already historic buildings in Sacramento. So far i have came up with a sort of 60's Bill Graham Fillmore Grateful deadish style poster with the words:
"Yes indeedy...Sacramento is getting greedy." And "Remember the Alhambra."
How effective this will be? Who knows. Everyone does protests for the wrong fucking reasons these days, its gotten glamourized to the point where no one even pays attention anymore. I am also in preparation for ANOTHER fucking exhibit in San Francisco next month. MELT 2004. The Art Explosion studios decided they wanted to show some people i guess...they are open studios though. Who knows how this will go, its in a bourgeois part of time...Portrero Hill.
I am also on the verge of being chosen for an exhibit in New York of 12 women artists. (Which i dont really care for) I had to write a statement specifically for that exhibit...and i think i may have fucked up my chances of showing. I wrote a bunch of shit that i think scared the white curator. Haha. Gotta love that. She asked me why i painted...and i told her the fucking truth. I dont think she understood it...but hey. It was the truth.
"I dont see why i should have to go to an art school to prove to an American society that i am worthy enough to make a decent living off what i was born to do. Art. My parents are artists. Neither them nor i painted for vanity, we paint to bring the attention of the oblivious and the ignorant to the life of the proletarian.
We can establish it as a basic fact that the importance of an artist can be measured directly by the size of the multitudes whose aspirations and whose life he serves to condense and translate."
Isnt it funny how men always say the girl who is there friend...they end up dating? I love that. I also love the fact that most of the time im right. God forbid i turn right in politricks though.