Fuck You, Understood [Photography/Poetry]
you and me both,
you and me both,
more so Fuck You understood
after it was found
no longer in the garbage can
after the dog tipped it over…
To Do: Chaos
[On Working With Internal Chaos]
If you could see my to-do list you’d warn me away from working too hard, to make sure I eat, sleep and take care of myself, to not work too hard, and my initial reaction would be to wave the worry away, or try to.
On Setting Limits, Doormats & Saying No
I just really wish I got to paint more often. Between still being the primary care giver for three kids (even after separating from their father), all the homework the kids come home with, helping run a household with my partner, a performing artist who travels often, and just the normal errands that make hot showers and electricity possible, it just feels as if there is no time left for my work. You know, the thing that is supposed to pay the bills one of these days. Here I am with commissions I want to be working on, series of paintings I am dying to play with, paint that needs to be made, and instead I am left feeling quite a bit like a doormat, being wrapped around someone else’s schedule.
There is no ultimate meaning,
no final truth;
don’t ask me what or why -
I want to know what you see.
this world does not have an official
human life assembly kit -
there are no directions for this.
More Ideas Than Time [#ColorCommentary]
Working on (probably) too many things at once, but when the ideas come, you don’t...
It All Starts With Wax, And With Me
Tomorrow I pick up 40lbs of beeswax from Dave, The Beekeeper of Awesome.
(Dave is the artist-equivalent of a crack dealer. A local beekeeper and all around cheerful person, he sells me 10lb blocks of local beeswax from his bees, and then tells me stories when I pick up the wax from him, usually meeting in the grocery store parking lot where he works.)