I think I've been seen by Regina. Okay, I know I have - oh crap. Oh well... I suppose all artists are a bit crazy (or is that messed up?)... I feel as though I have a controlled craziness. I appear normal on the outside but then you get to know me and all bets are off. I guess I'm probably normal (or is that boring?) compared to a lot of people she meets.
I suppose it's a good thing to put yourself out there. You're definitely not going to get anywhere if you don't take risks. Right?
I have got to get in gear and start making things (art-wise)... I am getting the brows waxed this morning so that will be a good thing.
No gym this morning... if today is anything like yesterday at work I won't need it. I ran around like a crazy person. Maybe someday I'll be brave (crazy) enough to post pictures of my thighs to show you my progress in the firm thigh campaign.
Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Friday, September 28, 2007
Photos
I took these photos tonight as I was heading home from the studio. The sky was crazy... just like me...













Saturday, March 10, 2007
I'm not dead....
I've just been really busy today. It started out with a WW meeting and then off to Fiber and Material Studies Grad Interview day. This is the day when people applying to the department come in and interview. Back when I applied you had to pre-interview before you could apply. Now you have to make the initial cut and then be interviewed. I also worked for Admissions giving tours to the prospective sculpture students.
After everything was done we went to Exchequers for drinks... then I came home. There was a crazy guy on the bus... I took notes on what he was saying... it had something to do with pretty white girls going crazy. I suppose he could have been talking about me.
Tomorrow I'm going to work on artists statements and submissions for shows... I should really do dishes - maybe I'll walk to Target again.
After everything was done we went to Exchequers for drinks... then I came home. There was a crazy guy on the bus... I took notes on what he was saying... it had something to do with pretty white girls going crazy. I suppose he could have been talking about me.
Tomorrow I'm going to work on artists statements and submissions for shows... I should really do dishes - maybe I'll walk to Target again.
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