mountains into molehills.

• if you have a minute while watching paint dry--seize it. 
• the brink of a big project is a flirtatious place. tiptoeing and teetering in the heaviest weightlessness...waiting for the bass line to drop.
• i'm at 42% of goal for the tarot project which stuns, terrifies, and tickles me. the burden of asking has been lifted and now i'm floating somewhere in the realm of execution. mountains into molehills. 
• tomorrow, december 2nd i'll be taking The Chariot down to Sup for it's first public display. you should stop by and see it. no, really. i love my bosses... they're just such wonderful, supportive people. ever since i made the commitment to go down in shifts, it's been a struggle. they've been very kind. 
• inability to eat, relax, sleep as well as a desire for solitude are a new creative side effect. it's far beyond any other project i've been through. i feel like i understand those cliched stories of manic artists moving through their lives and projects. "this art makes me wanna vomit," said no Van Gogh ever. 
• the next step is biting the bullet (cuz i hate spending money) and buying the gopro camera so i can strap it to my busty chest and show the world how much i talk to myself while i paint. oh, and dance around. and smoke. and laugh. 
• thank you to everyone who has patted me on the back with their hand and wallet. i can't wait to make you proud.