huzzah! my ol bud from pitzer nyanko visited me from Japan just this last wednesday. She was all wiggin out on how huge American stuff is 
it was mighty cool. She stayed at my place and we managed to avoid any encounters with housemate Willie.
it kinda was inspiring; she said another of our friends is in China now. I wanna travel so bad. It's good to hear that 5-c folks are out there doin it... even if they don't have the sort of reason they can tell family or co-workers or people in the check out stand in the supermarket.
I'm feelin really zapped right now. mentally i mean. tomorrow's my club lingerie show. i don't know how it's gonna go; hope i can stay awake the whole while my shit's up lol...
my dad came to visit me today, just like called me at 9 am and told me he's on his way and will be here in 2 hours. my parents do that alot.
he charmed all the people i introduced him to in the colony, as he always does, but he made it clear while we were alone that he was SO not amused by the whole location; i could so tell he thought he was walking through a giant trash dump. i can't really argue with him too much... but sigh anyways.
i kinda do wonder what the whole point is in displaying one's art in a gallery sometimes. i mean i can see the logic of getting one's stuff seen by people more 'important' than yourself and your immediate friends if you get my satire, and i can see that beyond that and a web page it's kinda difficult to give drawings and paintings etc even a place to *go* or whatever... but i dunno. it's exhausting putting together a show, it's hard to know if it's up to the "standards" of the place or of the anybodys who'll be walking through... let alone your own... eh. it's like, the only reason i had today, to explain to my dad why i was living here, was that i was getting my stuff shown in galleries, and then he started indicating that this maybe wasn't a good enough reason to be staying in this dump, and i wasn't very able to put up any steadfast energy in the face of that. everyone in the colony is of course convinced that it's the most obvious thing in the world taht "you gotta get your stuff out there" and that this is how. i dunno. i'm tired.
and even after all these years of seeing me draw and all this, ever since i could hold a pencil, my dad is still like "are you sure you still want to do the art thing?"
sigh.
it was mighty cool. She stayed at my place and we managed to avoid any encounters with housemate Willie.
it kinda was inspiring; she said another of our friends is in China now. I wanna travel so bad. It's good to hear that 5-c folks are out there doin it... even if they don't have the sort of reason they can tell family or co-workers or people in the check out stand in the supermarket.
I'm feelin really zapped right now. mentally i mean. tomorrow's my club lingerie show. i don't know how it's gonna go; hope i can stay awake the whole while my shit's up lol...
my dad came to visit me today, just like called me at 9 am and told me he's on his way and will be here in 2 hours. my parents do that alot.
he charmed all the people i introduced him to in the colony, as he always does, but he made it clear while we were alone that he was SO not amused by the whole location; i could so tell he thought he was walking through a giant trash dump. i can't really argue with him too much... but sigh anyways.
i kinda do wonder what the whole point is in displaying one's art in a gallery sometimes. i mean i can see the logic of getting one's stuff seen by people more 'important' than yourself and your immediate friends if you get my satire, and i can see that beyond that and a web page it's kinda difficult to give drawings and paintings etc even a place to *go* or whatever... but i dunno. it's exhausting putting together a show, it's hard to know if it's up to the "standards" of the place or of the anybodys who'll be walking through... let alone your own... eh. it's like, the only reason i had today, to explain to my dad why i was living here, was that i was getting my stuff shown in galleries, and then he started indicating that this maybe wasn't a good enough reason to be staying in this dump, and i wasn't very able to put up any steadfast energy in the face of that. everyone in the colony is of course convinced that it's the most obvious thing in the world taht "you gotta get your stuff out there" and that this is how. i dunno. i'm tired.
and even after all these years of seeing me draw and all this, ever since i could hold a pencil, my dad is still like "are you sure you still want to do the art thing?"
sigh.
hey i dig your artwork. how did your artshow go? if i wasn't sick, i would have went even though i don't know you. but i really dig your sketches. ROCK ON!
yes travel! go to japan. i've always wanted to hit up japan. but i'm a traveling whore. i want to go everywhere and anywhere fast!