Having looked over my last post, I've come to realize that my moments of depression are to be treasured, not dreaded. Without them, my recent artwork would be a pointless and cliche'd excuse for installation. At least that is how I imagine it to be.
My addiction to codeine seems to have simply replaced my love of drink, but soon enough I will run out of tablets and call it a day for substance abuse, at least until the withdrawal symptoms have long gone and I can concentrate on more important opportunities of recent; I've been commisioned to produce a series of installations for a friends art exhibition and apparantly a number of big names will be attending, so there is hope. Not only that, but I have three dates for the next two weeks. A bit adventurous and wrong perhaps, but at the moment it is simply a friend thing - I won't deny though that I do rather like all three girls, all of whom will also be at the exhibition baying for eyes to be turned to their own pieces of work (OH HOW I LOVE ART GIRLS!).
People look at me and stare into my pinhole pupils and comment that I look depressed, somewhat distant and possibly ill, but believe me, I'm only thinking!
*I also went a bit mad and shaved all my hair off for a bet. It looks bloody awful, but I had to try it sooner or later.
My addiction to codeine seems to have simply replaced my love of drink, but soon enough I will run out of tablets and call it a day for substance abuse, at least until the withdrawal symptoms have long gone and I can concentrate on more important opportunities of recent; I've been commisioned to produce a series of installations for a friends art exhibition and apparantly a number of big names will be attending, so there is hope. Not only that, but I have three dates for the next two weeks. A bit adventurous and wrong perhaps, but at the moment it is simply a friend thing - I won't deny though that I do rather like all three girls, all of whom will also be at the exhibition baying for eyes to be turned to their own pieces of work (OH HOW I LOVE ART GIRLS!).
People look at me and stare into my pinhole pupils and comment that I look depressed, somewhat distant and possibly ill, but believe me, I'm only thinking!
*I also went a bit mad and shaved all my hair off for a bet. It looks bloody awful, but I had to try it sooner or later.
hughughughug