sexy erotic vulture beast hack art

turned in my two lame attempts at "erotic" art, and the woman at la bussola actually gave me her card and told me to contact her if i ever wanted to display my work there. wha?!

i feel like a sham trying to submit art to shows, like someone will figure out i'm not an artist, but a dabbler. or that someone will think i see myself as an "Artist" and that i'm a no talent pompous hack. you know, or i'm just over-analyzing everything to death (i'm leaning towards that).

honestly, it's just a bit scary to show stuff that i'm make for me to anyone. granted it's just been small local stuff, but it's a start and that's what intimidates me; that i'm trying (because we all know what trying leads to....FAILURE) at the same time, it's an incredible feeling to have people enjoy and/or relate to stuff i make.

so you can see my sham no talent hack ART at erotico diablo on october 18 at studio on 4th, at 4 pm and point and laugh, or give me flowers and shower me with money, which ever you prefer. show's 10 bones all of which goes a local woman's breast cancer bills.

sexy beasts, erotic vultures

working on a piece to submit for the erotic art show, and all i can think about at work are various lame euphemisms and adjectives romance novels use when describing sexy bits. such as:
-bratwurst
-erect
-pulsating
-warm spot
-various descriptions of nipples being rosy/tiny/firm/soft/supple combo
-sausage
-one eyed monster (okay, maybe not that one, but have you heard that b52s song? that shit is drrty)
etc, etc
in summation, my brain has turned to mush. and my piece will suck dicks, but not in the way the erotic art show people will want.

smile! you sell used underwear

this was told to me when i worked at the thrift store as a way to cheer us employees up. i always found the fact that we sold used underwear to be one of the more depressing things. it always reminded me of the time an older woman with huge sagging breasts came into the store to buy a bra but only had 70 cents, and bras were 99 cents and my idiot co-worker refused to cut her a deal. the woman had a job interview and needed the bra right then. i acutally threw a dollar down on the register and bought her the bra myself.

so that motto sort of back fired for me.

tonight helped a lady look up the stuff she tested positive for in a drug test. including the medical definition of cocaine. awesome. she also couldn't figure out why just typing google in the address bar didn't turn anything up.

awkward

this word describes myself, how i feel when interacting with people 90% of the time, and how i feel when people start crying in the law library.

oh, not awkward, had my "art" (i use the term loosely) displayed in my first art show! woo!
and it went really well. the response was really positive. here's a sampling:


now working on other stuff.

also just got back from my grandpa's memorial ceremony, sigh. really hit me hard.

wait, what?!

a magazine started by an artist i like contacted me via flickr wanting to know if they could print a photo i took. giddy! baffled!

even better, it's a photo of a slayer tag out at american flats. to accompany an article about slayer. i'm thinking its probably a joke, or if it's really not, that they won't use the photo and i will have gotten excited over nothing (which i tend to do).



or this one?


lord, i want to go out there again. sigh.

it's as funny as real love

and it's as real as true love.

drunkenly listened to mogwai and painted/wrote last night before passing out on the couch as my bed was covered in mountains of clothes.
one day, soon i'm hoping, i will be an adult with a clean room, not buried under my years of hording clothes and/or inability to give up that t-shirt i never wear anymore but loved my sophomore year of high school.

ah, memories, always holding me back. as are my pack rat tendancies.

i'll post that flier soon enough, and the bands on the roof thing seems to be falling apart, so we'll see about that. doomsday was epic, and i lost my croquet mallet at si amigos (i think?). chevys invovled boob balloons and a huge u shaped table. we basically over took everywhere we went, bumming out families, etc. as per usual.

neko case always stuck in my head; she was so good last week. so happy i ended up going to that. her and croquet and doomsday are all jumbled together in my head right now. everything blurs together so easily.

doomsday party

tomorrow i will most likely be drunk by 7, if not earlier, as my lovely roommate is moving to san fran and is having a shit show of a going away party. this involves chevys $3 margaritas, a large donkey pinata filled with tiny bottles of various alcohol and candies, and si amigos buckets of alcohol drinks (casuelas) oh lord.

that and i find myself completely incapable of doing work at my job these days. sure sign that i need a new job. also sure sign, is my boss calling and requesting i work tomorrow, which would be my 5th day in a row, and i still have saturday to work (expect a posting then). or the fact i've worked here for 3 birthdays and never once received a birthday card. or a free email...or...jesus the list goes on. and on. and on. fuck her. please please please let her retire.

tomorrow cleaning for saturday, when bands will play on my roof! i'm curious to see if anyone falls off from "rocking" too hard. or, more likely, being too drunk.

i'll have to scan the flier for jon's going away party, its amazing and references lil wayne, as all good things in life do.