I sit in the epitome/epicenter of rural celebrations, the eye of a storm where fireworks become thunder and you have thousands of stars to yourself.
Stop and imagine where and when your fondest memories happened. That exact spot is now in the vacum of space.
The streetcar named despair never stops, it only slows in the cold light of morning.
You just can't help but stay awake in the last deepest quiet of the year. It's tonight that the aperture of the year closes into focus with a week to consider where to point it next, and an entire other year to forget why.
But I'll sit here, waiting for three ghost to clearly and concisely state:
1) Where and when I went astray.
2)...
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Anyway, throwing money at the art supply store followed by throwing money at the bar means there are now new things to throw at you. Even though without photoshop I might as well just post them from my phone.
I know I shouldn't like glass frames with no lenses but I hope we all die in a fire.
Tonight I very much want my very own moving castle (a' la Howl/Miyazaki) but filled with the interior featured in the video from Fever Ray's 'If I had a Heart'. I could adulterate with corresponding imagery but frankly Scarlett, I don't give a shit.
In other news I'm house-sitting for my parents.
It's just me, three goats, two tomcats and an Anatolian shepherd.
And an
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Maybe this isn't the best website to be on when I'm feeling particularly reboundy (reboundish?) I should probably get off the internet altogether before I start hitting on friends and acquaintances.
In other news last night I decided to start painting a 4ft pair of lefty scissors. Which is bizarre. I'm not sure I've ever done a still-life/found-object. I'm not sure where or how it...
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I feel compelled to say The Last Unicorn was playing at my local university/art theater and nobody mentioned it to me. Also Peter S. Beagle was there signing copies and I just happened to find out about this after the fact. Which kinda makes my blood boil like a red bull in a black sea. Because that would have been cool.
Let's go clubbing.
I give it another day to do the horns, shade the dress, finish blending the wings. But most importantly fix the fact the hollows in her chest spell TJ...
Today I decided to organize my safety pins instead of working on my art show like I should be doing. Shortly after taking this photo I made them into a jump rope.
