The head of the painting MFA department (he is god) asked me to watch his dog for the weekend while he has his show opening in NYC. Everything was awesome till this morning where I had to rush one of them to Angel Memorial. He was throwing up and had diarrhea. He possibly (probably) ingested oil paint. He is alright but I feel like hell. I almost killed my profs dog....a dog I fucking love.
Also, one site of stiches is great the other is disgusting and hasn't healed. I'm pretty freaked about it and it hurts.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Other news, this Friday I am going to see Peter Doig's paintings in new york.
I fucking love him and cannot WAIT to see his paintings in person.
My show is in two weeks. If you are in the area check it out!
Other personal news: Life can be hard. Really hard. Communication is not my forte.
Also, one site of stiches is great the other is disgusting and hasn't healed. I'm pretty freaked about it and it hurts.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Other news, this Friday I am going to see Peter Doig's paintings in new york.
I fucking love him and cannot WAIT to see his paintings in person.
My show is in two weeks. If you are in the area check it out!
Other personal news: Life can be hard. Really hard. Communication is not my forte.
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artandwater:
uh. YOU'RE show? Details...........?
browneyedboy:
Yes yes, don't forget to send me the details...