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1. Art is the only solid thing in my life. I have to put this as first. Everything else fades away. 2. I was in a sorority through high school. 3. I went to a private school with 50 kids (K-10) from 7th - 10th grade. 4. I had a show rabbit while I lived in CA. He became a paraplegic and had to be put down. 5. I had my first cigarette on my 18th birthday. 6. I’ve never been in a relationship that lasted longer than a month. 7. I sort of had hallucinations as a child. Hardcore overactive imagination. 8. I came out around Thanksgiving of last year. 9. Through high school I had a pretty severe problem with anorexia and cutting. Entirely overcame it, I feel like such a different person from who I once was. 10. I only ever have nightmares, never a good dream.
fortune cookie!!! (too long for answer box)
yeah! my friend once got one that said "you will do well with everything you put your hands on" or something like that... he might have a picture of it... it was funny and we may or may not have all said "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID" right after. hahaa
Hahaha nice one! Fortune cookies are always great for “that’s what she said” or tacking on “in your pants” hahah. Thanks! :]
Your art is fantastic. Thank you for your contribution with helping to make the world a more beautiful, artistic, and pleasant place! Your work is truly appreciated & I am grateful to have stumbled upon your blog.
Wow, thank you so much! I really appreciate it, that is so nice of you to say. I’m so glad you enjoy it!
It’s a funny thing, when I work some pieces. Not all, but the good ones. The ones that were bubbling up, full of energy and just flowed out of me as if I were being possessed by its ghost. It’s a love affair when I’m drawing, I do every little thing to build it to as close as perfection as I can. I am completely focused, absolutely dedicated to the piece while I work. Almost to a point of obsession, until I get tired or need a break from it, where I’ll rest and snap back into the real world. But then I go back to it, and that state of obsession immediately returns.
Then, before I know it, it’s finished. I sign my name with a satisfied grin, throw it out into the world and let other people react to it. And once that happens, the affair has ended. I look back on that piece, recall all that I had learned from it and all my effort. Often I’ll see little things I should have done differently. But the fire I once had for it is gone. It has to be, because now I am in love with the next one and all I’m learning from it.