365 day challenge anyone?
my parents basement flooded last night with the crazy rainstorm we had. 6" of water, thank you failed sump pump! my sisters drum set is fucked. my stepfather lost a lot of negatives and prints (he's a photographer for one of the big 3 ny newspapers), and lots and lots of laundry in the laundry room had to be thrown out. (most of which was dirty for so long, it either didn't fit or was long out of style, or was crusted in mouse turds.) however, after 20 years of 5 people accumulating crap, there is finally an opportunity to clear some shit out.
i went over there this afternoon to rescue my high school/college art portfolio- sadly, a lot of my work is ruined or damaged. it's mostly self portraits i did when i was 17-19 with a few collages and scratchboards thrown in. (damn, i was really good. it was a little shocking to see it all again.) but "luckily" my basics of drafting classwork was fine, not a drop of water on any of it! heh. fucking drafting.
since i am a sentimental fuck, i stuffed the whole pile into the backseat of my car. in 2 or 3 days hopefully it will have dried out and i can gently peel everything apart, see what's salvageable, and get some pics posted for ya.
i also hit the motherlode of cool stuff, as i usually do when i visit my parents and go digging. got myself a blender (my mother apparently has 4 or 5!), some cast iron skillets, a vintage aluminum baking tray, a ceramic saucepan, a nice wooden picture frame, and these fine objects...
and finally, the find of the day...
so yeah. good times.
i photographed all my collages today, gonna post those somewhere soon so i can have all my artwork online. i also signed up for a craft swap website, so that'll keep me busy and happy.
and i'm feeling a little better. slowly. day by day, baby steps. i think i may be ready to come out of hiding too. maaaaybe shoot a set? lol
i quit the geezers group in a huff yesterday. (pms ftw!) now i kinda miss it. but i don't think i'll go back. maybe in a few years when i qualify. hahaha
k hope yr all well and happy and shit!
And you know, I like the idea of the real you. I like your poersona, sure -- but I like YOU, too, you know?
Someday we're gonna meet and have a long long long talk over beers. And if we don't both end up laughing and crying there's something very wrong.
And no, I'm not hitting on you, silly!