memoryphisis,when i find spair time inbetween couch cushions ill call you i promise.
Such an unreliable mind means that it's urgent to do things impulsivley for fear that i might never do them EVER...hence this quick lj...
bult a canvas with found wood and tools...its 4ftx5ft and i am teasing my anxietys my eyes closed...i pulled the canvas so tightly that the skin on my fingers wore off some and became raw...
im worried that painting snials will loose its vitality for me or that im holding back part of myself here.
My new painting studio is WICKED HUGE and right next to the window so the lightings will be good... Im going to keep thy snails there....there is never enough time for painting.
I am overwhelmed with way too much to do, now maybe my minds will settle once i can paint madly again.
Benny took me out to dinner the other day at buddahs delight wich is exclusively vegitarian and it was really nice =)...i was surprised at how good this avocado coconut milk drink was...i recomend it highly.
The sky has a lump in its throat again.
I am happy when i paint...artmaking is in my control much like breathing is.
Its nice to know when im exisiting.
Quote from poetry book i bought from john mceliece(fellow telemarketer) " why can we touch, but never feel?"
bult a canvas with found wood and tools...its 4ftx5ft and i am teasing my anxietys my eyes closed...i pulled the canvas so tightly that the skin on my fingers wore off some and became raw...
im worried that painting snials will loose its vitality for me or that im holding back part of myself here.
My new painting studio is WICKED HUGE and right next to the window so the lightings will be good... Im going to keep thy snails there....there is never enough time for painting.
I am overwhelmed with way too much to do, now maybe my minds will settle once i can paint madly again.
Benny took me out to dinner the other day at buddahs delight wich is exclusively vegitarian and it was really nice =)...i was surprised at how good this avocado coconut milk drink was...i recomend it highly.
The sky has a lump in its throat again.
I am happy when i paint...artmaking is in my control much like breathing is.
Its nice to know when im exisiting.
Quote from poetry book i bought from john mceliece(fellow telemarketer) " why can we touch, but never feel?"