and then some mornings you inexplicably wake up with the song from pocahontas in your head. before coffee, before shower, before dog belly scratches--i'm up stumbling and humming along to how high the sycamore grows and don't cut it down or whatever. it's streaming inside my brain on malicious repeat. no, not that shitty vanessa williams version--the one from the hit animated disney movie of my young adulthood. it's been a long couple of weeks and i have little to say cuz my brain is fried from awesome. my tarot project is going great--the gofundme is moving along nicely and people and friends are donating toward the most great dream ever. i'm fully cubbied at the generator, i've got the gopro (which i'm still learning how to use), and i'm gonna start time lapsing this week. i've lost 8 pounds on accident over this project. my old dog otis is getting older and sicker by the day. i'm officially the poorest i've ever been in my entire life. i hardly see my boyfriend. the skin on my hands is red and worn and falling off. there is no light at the end of any tunnel... and yet, i'm pretty fucking happy.
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it's coming along. slowly. respectively and with discipline, i'm getting around to my favorite part of shit--actually doing the painting. ripping a bunch of new music my friends think i should hear, brewing several pots of coffee, guitar and dog by my side and just fucking painting. i've launched the campaign which is steadily resting at the 45ish% completion mark and i've built my space at the generator. now i just need to buy some more paint and a few more detail brushes.... and the rest of the hardboard....and the framing.... and.... and.... a bunch of other shit and i'm on my way to making a series of paintings that'll make this city's panties twitch. (you can quote me on that) something you didn't know about me.any of you ever listen to tilt? when i was in my junior year of high school in catholic school i rocked the fuck out to tilt on the regular. i loved the strength and diversity in her voice and her/their lyrics. in my drama class the teacher invited students to share a song... or a prayer at the beginning of class. guess what i chose? tilt. oh, what song? this one. TILT---Pious (linked at bottom) well, long story short, i shared this delightful tune. the lyrics are fantastic. i'm pretty sure it was one of my many first acts of rebellion against everything (ha) and... prolly put me on the school's suspension list. well, again. so the moral of the story is... listen to TILT |
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