yeah. i feel at a loss. 

it's march and i'm behind on my project. 

i'd projected 30 paintings done by july/september and it's at....a fucking...crawl. 

why is it crawling??

let me count the ways....

a) had to put my dog down.
b) my dude and i are...ehhh....outlook not so fucking good. haven't seen him pretty much since my dog died and forecast is raining single with a chance of not giving a fuck on the horizon.
c) i'm working away from home at the generator and life is full of twists, turns, and shiny distractions.
d) considering running for city council
e) i may be doing a mural downtown if my new friend isn't full of shit.

now, i'm not going to get into a, b, d, or e... but c... c is something i can perhaps manage better that will have a positive impact on getting MY work done in the time I've set aside for it. 

i'm torn. 
i mean, it's already a struggle for me to work well a midst others and if this project falls behind... i just won't fucking forgive myself. 

i guess this week i'm going to work out a stratagem where i can do both. hold down some fort at the generator and also reconstruct a ghost studio at my house for when the walls inside that wall-less wonder of a warehouse are crawling with drunken cockroaches. 

wish me luck. 

remember when you took photographs with a camera? the ones with film? and you took em to 1hr photo to print doubles? it wasn't all that long ago, people. 

or maybe it was?

so there's this. (see below)

this is my real portfolio.

today i get to teach middle schoolers art class and i decided that i'd sort out my portfolio, bring it to class, and share who i am as an artist (hopefully also gain some street cred). 

i've been sorting out my glamour 5x7" shots all morning:

• to put them in chronological order
• to take a look at them all as a grouping of my teenager/young adult span of work
• to edit out all titties i've ever painted cuz there are A LOT and they're in middle school