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it's hot enough that i actually feel nauseous. been a while since that's happened. i don't deal well with heat. but if worse comes to worse i am sure that i would still make darwin proud in other ways...
speaking of surviving,
i've got a few random new plans for....being creative, making crap, making money, etc...or as my friend Tex says, leaving a "stain" out there for people to know of my existence.
the most recent stains in the works i suppose, are, that i'm going to be making plugs for all you stretched-lobe freaks out there to sell in Tex's new piercing shop/at the new weekly water st. market/concert/thingy, because, well. being an artist makes that shit easy for me, even if i don't care about whatever the fuck i'm carving...i'll still maintain a high level of craftsmanship, and i'll try and still sell the shit cheaper than all the mass-produced lame-ass plugs at most shops. anyone interested in having some made contact me.
also, i'm slowly trying to get off my ass and back into art mode, while not abandoning writing either, but. trying to focus for an upcoming show i have the opportunity to be in, with many friends, if i just get off my ass and be productive, but not to mention, find resources that i don't really have in a short amount of time, also.
the piece i'm hoping on pulling off will be an installation that sort of pretends to be a carnival game where the participant, while taking orders from a GW-masked carnie (myself,probably) dons military garb and shoot's an old school battery-operated water gun at a wall of sugar cubes with the word "freedom" written on them, melting them away til they run down the drain of a sink and mix with kool-aid so that the water turns red and then flows into a clear pig-shaped bank, that sits in the middle of a small oil-field guarded by toy soldiers, etc...
and this is only a portion of what i hope to somehow attampt, mind you!
and i've finally started working on drawing and shit again...anyone curious of what their portrait would look like drawn by a once-upon-a-time pseudo-reincarnated egon schiele, please send me a photo in some way or another--i'm in dire need of a muse, again!
and.
uuhm...
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i'm going to try and beat the pull-up record by the marines at their lame-ass competition at the state fair this year, as promised years ago. i'm starting to "get in shape" again as of TODAY.
wish me luck...
i know that somewhere out there, someone will be playing eye of the tiger for me.
xo,
paul
speaking of surviving,
i've got a few random new plans for....being creative, making crap, making money, etc...or as my friend Tex says, leaving a "stain" out there for people to know of my existence.
the most recent stains in the works i suppose, are, that i'm going to be making plugs for all you stretched-lobe freaks out there to sell in Tex's new piercing shop/at the new weekly water st. market/concert/thingy, because, well. being an artist makes that shit easy for me, even if i don't care about whatever the fuck i'm carving...i'll still maintain a high level of craftsmanship, and i'll try and still sell the shit cheaper than all the mass-produced lame-ass plugs at most shops. anyone interested in having some made contact me.
also, i'm slowly trying to get off my ass and back into art mode, while not abandoning writing either, but. trying to focus for an upcoming show i have the opportunity to be in, with many friends, if i just get off my ass and be productive, but not to mention, find resources that i don't really have in a short amount of time, also.
the piece i'm hoping on pulling off will be an installation that sort of pretends to be a carnival game where the participant, while taking orders from a GW-masked carnie (myself,probably) dons military garb and shoot's an old school battery-operated water gun at a wall of sugar cubes with the word "freedom" written on them, melting them away til they run down the drain of a sink and mix with kool-aid so that the water turns red and then flows into a clear pig-shaped bank, that sits in the middle of a small oil-field guarded by toy soldiers, etc...
and this is only a portion of what i hope to somehow attampt, mind you!
and i've finally started working on drawing and shit again...anyone curious of what their portrait would look like drawn by a once-upon-a-time pseudo-reincarnated egon schiele, please send me a photo in some way or another--i'm in dire need of a muse, again!
and.
uuhm...
?
i'm going to try and beat the pull-up record by the marines at their lame-ass competition at the state fair this year, as promised years ago. i'm starting to "get in shape" again as of TODAY.
wish me luck...
i know that somewhere out there, someone will be playing eye of the tiger for me.
xo,
paul