am zonkered and half-asleep. else i wouldn’t have made so many senseless errors in the homewerk. damn heat is sucking all the energy from me.
being cheap (sorta) the past week has me thinking i’m on the ball again.
watched documentary on marla olmstead. now overflowing with my usual opinionations on art. also curiously overflowing with an urge to get messy with a big canvas. the last time i did non digital imagery was oh so long ago. looks like such fun to be dropping all over a drop cloth, blading colors left and right. i could have so much fun with acrylics.
plastic buggy is covered in ash. all i can think about is that scene from schindler’s list. the sun’s been like a giant naked grapefruit hanging in the sky all day today. freaky reddish-orange neon shadows since nine-ish. terribly odd, off-kilter. like one of my twisted dreams.