drawing with my sweatshirt. cuz i spilled paint on it.

pretend the glow of the tv is the moon

resumeee

killin me. so structured. i want to integrate it with my work, let my work be my resume. but this gallerys want resume, artist statement, and proposal and THEN work, all stated separately. so i will do it.

it is taking way too long. i have had about 5 jobs since i last updated my resume, so i am pretty much rewriting the whole thing.

i need to say something interesting with this thing.



enough of my complaints. i am enjoying the artlife. it is amazing. daily epiphanies. the other day i was sitting in this Chinese class (for work, it is a fantastic gig) and i was bored. you must understand: me, i do not get bored. getting bored is pretty laaaaaaaaaaaame in my book. so when i realized i had succumbed to this sad state of being i freaked. i felt so uninspired, my artistic awareness felt absent. the only thing i could do was try to find something to engage my senses again and bring me back into harmony with my consciousnesses. so i began drawing everything around me. the hairpins i pulled outta my hair, the banana peel i had just finished stripping from the banana i ate, and random pics of fish and hippos i had printed days before. i felt discontent until i started a breakthru on the banana peel: when i switched from blue ink to black ink to really bring out some depth perception in the drawing. ahhh it was great and suddenly the class was over right when i was completely enraptured in a banana peel.

and now i kno what it must feel like to not have this artistic awareness. no wonder people always seeking constant external stimulation and entertainment!!!!! its boring without this consciousness!!! :)

i keep dreaming in layers. fish bubbles birds, last night.

i luv the trashcan by the park on which the ic graf writer CEYN wrote ''MORE..''. brilliant.

real love

my friends are hella fascinating.