the good the bad and the fucked
the good
the gallery submits are done. but the catch is
"we like the one you submitted... but can we have this one in its place?"
also working with 8 comic artists at the moment to do a gallery show in homage to our past
apparently we all used to skateboard. im kind of stoked about this project.
3 more trades. this guy went WAY beyond what i thought the boards were worth.
*why do i do trades? EASY
1 i dont have to pay tax on it
2 i dont have to pay the irs... JACK!
4 dont worry about 3 i ate it
5 i get to see what my work is worth to people. not a price i set... well semi set.
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the bad
other then im high off paint fumes? wait that might be a good thing...
any way you look at it im pissed... so pissed i broke one of my older (crappy in my opt) boards
due to a fuckup i might not be moving.
in that case im moving somewhere else and working in a different direction.
im still waiting to hear back from girl skateboards... i was keeping that secret. but i figure its a pipe dream
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the fucked
i pulled a "jean michel basquiat" today not my most proud moments...
i am beyond burnt out... and i have a shipment of 13 more boards on the way.
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growing up i used to love this quote.. now i look at it and think about what it means.
i used to be a philosopher. believe it.
i also used to have working brain cells... but i think they are on vacation.
"Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse --
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born."
- William Butler Yeats
Easter, 1916
ps go check out redass's post and URBANPIRATE's post
the good
the gallery submits are done. but the catch is
"we like the one you submitted... but can we have this one in its place?"
also working with 8 comic artists at the moment to do a gallery show in homage to our past
apparently we all used to skateboard. im kind of stoked about this project.
3 more trades. this guy went WAY beyond what i thought the boards were worth.
*why do i do trades? EASY
1 i dont have to pay tax on it
2 i dont have to pay the irs... JACK!
4 dont worry about 3 i ate it
5 i get to see what my work is worth to people. not a price i set... well semi set.
---
the bad
other then im high off paint fumes? wait that might be a good thing...
any way you look at it im pissed... so pissed i broke one of my older (crappy in my opt) boards
due to a fuckup i might not be moving.
in that case im moving somewhere else and working in a different direction.
im still waiting to hear back from girl skateboards... i was keeping that secret. but i figure its a pipe dream
--
the fucked
i pulled a "jean michel basquiat" today not my most proud moments...
i am beyond burnt out... and i have a shipment of 13 more boards on the way.
-
growing up i used to love this quote.. now i look at it and think about what it means.
i used to be a philosopher. believe it.
i also used to have working brain cells... but i think they are on vacation.
"Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse --
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born."
- William Butler Yeats
Easter, 1916
ps go check out redass's post and URBANPIRATE's post
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Take care, you have at least one lilbuddy to meet. And a not-so-old friend who misses you lots. alt+3