Freckles. Braids. <3. 

Garfield Minus Garfield. 

Makes me think of KT. :]

Indian princesssss.

HAHAHHA. 

if only.... 

a world i'd like to someday live in.

 How I feel exactly. 

 Jessi, this made me think of you. 

I'm not quite sure why. 

Fin.

Preach on, brother.

This year is anniversary of the famous “pale blue dot”. It’s a photograph of Earth, as seen from Voyager 1 while on the edge of our solar system - approximately 3,762,136,324 miles from home. By request of Carl Sagan, NASA commanded the Voyager 1 spacecraft, having completed its primary mission and now leaving the Solar System, to turn its camera around and to take a photograph of Earth across a great expanse of space. His words in regards to this photograph are always worth remembering:

 “Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

Images from them-thangs.com

 

 Love these images. 

No clue who's they are.
:]

I think she's beautiful.

What is all this disconnect?

This is a question I'm working on.
And more so how it just seems that way.

Love and the Heart.

 no, really. 

Moving again, maybe.

Ya know? This is not easy but I'm considering it-- moving back home. Ehhh.
Maybe I'll get my life back in order.
I really want to get to Europe eventually. And being in debt to my parents and sister isn't helping matters.
Living on your own and trying to make art and have a life is not easy AT ALL.
I'd like to regain my sanity. :]

I need a personal assistant.

The Freakin' Weekend.

So much for getting anything done this weekend.

I suppose I can pull some all nighters this week and make everything work. 

I needed a weekend of nothingness. So fuck off constant nagging brain and to-do list. 

The parents are in Vegas for their 30th wedding anniversary. 

I'm house sitting and hanging out with Bear, our dog. 

There's a whole different energy to this house and where I live. 

Here, I am enamored with the internet and TV. 

At home, I don't have these things. So most of my time is spent reading,

listening to talk radio, playing with the kitties, finding a way to get out of the house, 

and organizing my studio area... and making lists of things that need to be done. 

Oh, and sleeping. 

I haven't made an effort at all this weekend to do anything. 

Such is the nature of different energies. Or comforts. 

I like being bored at home. Makes me restless and more likely to make art or make friends. 

These are my awesome nephews! Up top is my buddy Aythen and below is the Archer cracking up! 

They're awesome. Going to my sister's tomorrow to see 'em. :]

And eat rice and beans. Ha. 

The attitude that nature is chaotic and that the artist puts order into it is a very absurd point of view, I think. All that we can hope for is to put some order into ourselves.

— Willem de Kooning

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.”

— Bridget Jones’s Diary

Asshole Clientele

The other night I forgot to give someone silver wear to eat their salad with... he was totally cool with it the whole time he was there.. honest mistake... or so i thought.

He wrote on top of his credit card receipt: FYI- attention to details! Best of luck.

That, and a 10% tip...

See, I'm not allowed to mess up without people throwing it in my face constantly.

Love being a bitch to the masses.

Yay, shock!

I'm determined to include my cats into/ around/ under/ as a side note to my art. Ha.
Sort of how in the past dogs were used for fidelity. Cats represent independence and wit. I almost don't understand now how I used to despise cats. I absolutely love my little babies. They are brilliant.
Baz and Bagheera Nala are their names.

Things to do in a very short amount of time:
Build a canvas.
Gather materials for a still life in which the combination should be surprising. (Yay, shock, I don't really believe in you anymore.)
Do some color studies of said objects/ still life.
Develop negatives of me in my bathroom making faces for 48 exposures.
Go to photo store and acquire more materials for said photographs.
Grain my two stones for printmaking.
Work on imagery.
But first and foremost: Read Nothing like the Son: On Robert Mapplethorpe's X Portfolio.
And Prom Night in Flatland: On the Gender of Works of Art.
Gather images for those, write summary/thoughts on/ conclusions....

Also, what do i not think is art? I must find an example of such...
I looked through multiple magazines and B&N and the magazines... I guess I haven't noticed contemporary art thus far.
I'm an art history kinda gal... but also as open minded as I am, I was surprised how much I thought was NOT art. Shame on me I guess... or shame on them? Who knows... no shame... just forgettable art.

Where I'm at.

Almost everything you do will seem insignificant, but it is important that you do it.

i.e. Art.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fy43z9RFmiw