Despite the weather.

No, Utah!

Last night was the Visual Arts Center of Richmond's reception for the Southern Graphics Council 2008 Printmaking Conference: Command Print. It was awesome to see so many young, weird people in the center, really really encouraging. I was supposed to be bartending but Michael didn't want any help so I just drank and talked to people from Utah. We at the bartender table agreed that printmakers are nerds.

We later saw the Utah-ians at Ipanema, and the fact that our beer has more than 3.5% alcohol made for some pretty drunk SLC Punks. We watched one of them walk off arm in arm with a homeless hustler, and our shouts of "No! Utah! Stay here with your friends!" did nothing to dissuade him, as he tossed us the middle finger behind his back (not sure why) and rounded the corner of Grace and Harrison with the hustler. Oh, poor Utah.

With just over three hours of actual sleep under my belt, I look like a wilted dollbaby.

On my scooter ride home at 2:30am, I pulled over to write down the phrase "Superhero Saint." Which is what I want to be when I grow up, if you wondered.

porching.

Sunday morning pt. 2: Solo.

He thinks he's people, and that's alright by me.
We take naps like this, when no one else is around, and the sun is streaming through the window, making us feel like everything is going to be just fine.

Isn't it, though?

This morning.

Jackie: So I think that instead of a pickup truck, I'm going to start looking at El Caminos. They have the bed like I need, and the mileage would be better.

Pete: I've only ever seen Hispanic guys driving those.

Jackie: Yeah, well I guess I'm not ultra concerned with staying within a nationality stereotype for driving cars, weirdo.

Pete: Yeah you really broke through some boundaries being a young white lady and buying a Toyota Yaris.

Jackie: Viva La Revolucion!

Studio time

Recently a photographer from the 3 North architects that redid our building came by and asked if I would pose in my studio for some portfolio pics. So now I have pretty pictures of the studio. Yay.

Abby's puppet and painting on the right. What a genius.

Bank

So. Not to brag or anything...

This month I am making only $300 less teaching and freelancing than I do at my regular job.

SHIT IS CRAZY ROUND HERE!

$600 left to pay on my credit card. It's getting done this month.

Gina: very! congrats lady! you are officially a working artist

definition of self: a walk down memory lane

Taken circa 2001 at the St. James Diner.
Note Jeff's toothbrush bracelet.