damage control

a one night event!

come celebrate a day before valentines by seeing artwork that focuses on the complexities of love, hate, and everything in between.

cheese and wine.

miles davis pandora.

all is good in the world.  

seriously i dont get much more relaxed than this.

the next three weeks will be a bit crazy... 

i am organizing a pop-up show for feb 13.    excited!   and nervous at the same time as i have never done this.  i am excited at the challenge, ive got the artists confirmed, the place, date and time...now crunch time!  

because i started to drink my juice (wine) while i was cooking dinner i have lost some motivation to paint tonight, so instead im going to put together another rough copy of what could be the promo piece (that should have been done a week ago)  i am excited about the group of artists.  we have never worked together.  what's my motivation??  why the hell not??!!

my biggest decision i have to make right now...

white or red??!!

intentions...

this very well might be my first sober post...   instead i am wrapping up what i imagine is my eighth cup of coffee.    at any point of writing this i might burst out in song and dance do laps around the city.

im not huge on new years resolutions.  its a time where people have every intention of changing, talk a whole lot of game, and continue to sit on their asses.   but their intentions are good!

the new year is a good time, however, to reflect on the past 365 days. 

so as i reflect, i have come to the conclusion that...and i think my dad said it best when i was home for christmas... i need to "have my head examined".   (followed by laughter in the crowd of people who know me best, my family)   im pretty sure they found it funny cause they found it true.   

what have i learned the past year?   well, i have learned that although my intentions are good, if you dont follow thorough, intentions really dont mean shit.  

i have learned about myself that i jump in head fucking first.   i follow my heart 100%.  

(and yes, i am speaking mostly of relationships)

im going to wrap up 2010 with a big fucking apology to all the men affected by my "good intentions".      i am sincerely so sorry.   

so lets raise our glasses to 2011.   to keeping it fucking real.   thinking about the consequences of my actions before i jump in head fucking first.     still following my heart, but considering the other parties involved.  to good intentions leading to good results.  

and to making sure to live and love every fucking day.    not taking anything for granted.  

ive got a good feeling about 2011.   let's let it ride. 

  

if i believe in karma..... someday i am due for an epic fucking heartbreak.    

boo-hoo

ugh, my recent posts have been quite annoying...

attitude adjustment!

i will admit to having been in a creative rut... when the day-to-day becomes so repetitive, i begin to go a little crazy.  so last week my sister (who resides in ATL) and i booked trips to meet up in boston.   tomorrow!  both of us have never been, so why not??!

just the spontaneous booking of the trip was a natural high... as soon as i submitted my payment i felt what might be similar to what a drug user feels after he/she shoots up.  ok, that's a little dramatic.   but i painted shortly after.  

ive also been breaking up my norm b&w oils on wood with trying some illustrative work.  

as well as stencil work... that was quite a rush!  

well im not sure exactly what the city of boston will inspire... 

cheers!

i often wonder what it would be like if life were simpler.   (more than likely, what i imagine, is no less complicated than what i think mine is... stuck in my head)  perhaps less people might get hurt?  what if i knew what i wanted, could settle down, have a 9-5, reproduce, make my parents happy, grandparents happy...  

there must be a reason i am not... not that i haven't had the opportunity...  at 28, i can't yet imagine the scenario stated earlier.        

instead i sit here.   puppy running into me as he chases his tail.   listening to a french woman sing no words  i recognize, my third glass of wine after i cooked myself dinner.   my night awaits more wine and foreign thriller/horror films in netflix now.        i am content.   i love not knowing what can happen next.  

woops.

woops.

i drank a bottle of wine.