malloreigh

my messenger bag was stolen on saturday night. so were two other bags, both also black courier bags, that belonged to my friends. one of them was found torn apart. mine was not.

it contained everything. my sketchbook/journal, my dayplanner (sixsixty got it for me), my passport, birth certificate, social insurance card, my leatherman, my favourite blue eyeliner, my ipod, my mobile phone, the keys to my new studio, my only zip-up hoodie (it went traveling with me and everything), and countless little things.

i'm sad, but that's life. it's frustrating and annoying and it's going to be really expensive to replace everything. also, the bank just told me that i can't get another bank card without ID, and i can't replace my ID without other ID, so i'm really not sure how i'm going to handle all of this. life is going to be rather inconvenient for the next little while.

still, there are blessings. i wanted to start a new sketchbook - i just didn't want to lose the last five months of thoughts and ideas. i wanted a new bag - i just don't have it yet. there are other things, too, but i'm having trouble thinking about it positively.

in good news, you read it right, i DID rent a studio! it's been a daydream of mine for the past month or so, ever since my roommate and i started regularly taking over the living room with canvas, paper, paints, pens, lamps, dropcloth. three of us have gone in on it and will be spending our summer creating (and drinking beer). i am so excited to have a big open space to make art in. i feel inspired just thinking about it.


(we three)

yes.
yes.
yes.


it's redmess. i don't like the striped background. i think i'll change it.

guess what?



and it feels so good.