I'm in the process of college. the college process.
I'm in the portfolio process. I'm processing my portfolio and getting it ready and making a full fucking blown art supplement. booyeahahahahah.
I'm in the process of trying to stay happy.
I'm in the process of getting over the fucking swine flu.
(i have tomorrow off from school because of the swine flu. there are like 100 people absent today.)

So here's the deal for you folky-folks. You will be barraged with a shitload of sketch/cartoon dumps that i have from last spring because i have recent access to a very nice and quick scanner that is not painful in the least to use. then at some point you may recieve some nicer things, like photography and actual real life drawings that the university of chicago better fucking like.


loooove
me.

p.s. what processes are you going through?

someone bought prints from me!
this has never happened before.
I'm not quite sure I know what to do.
How does this work?
Also thats an awfully small amount of money that I get from an expensive print.
Also those prints are awfully expensive for what I would charge for my artwork.
If anyone wants to buy a print from me, you can just ask me and we can organize it through paypal or something. Small ones would only be 5 and 8X11 only 10.
It's exciting to sell art!

The first thing I ever sold to someone who wasn't my parents was a bookmark made out of yarn. My friend and I made things out of yarn and went door to door in the snow to sell them. I don't think we made much money but we did find a little red cardinal baby fallen from it's nest and we picked it up with our gloves and put it back.

what was the first thing you made that you ever sold?

pg pool
sunlight
drawings
smoking
hugs
pictures
camping
new friends
old friends
nostalgia
college
disorganization
swimming
the corcoran
making art
leaving
loving
missing you.



Summer is almost over and I have to do a lot of things this year that I am looking forward to and not. Being a senior means stressing out, working hard, applying to college, feeling sad, becoming excited, missing friends, trying to stay in touch, beating up freshman, staying happy, staying busy, assessing my belongings, cleaning my room, writing papers, trying to breathe.

How are you, watchers, friends? What are you expecting in the next 9 months? babies or otherwise.

being happy is sometimes lonelier than being sad.

To my Saint:
I want to jump over the fence into the martian landscape construction and make love to you on the spiky hills next to the police sirens.

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the way your hands snake on the bass
and the way your smile says that one
day you will be a family man. I get
crushes on performers as I watch them.
the excitement of yearning for the
unattainable. the curse of promising
to never kiss until you fall in love -all
we slept upon under the summer sun.

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gravel at night, thunder and rain
at noonday. mouths inspired by heat
inspired by lightning flashing in the
sky. storms without water, yards
torn apart, broken bones bleached
by the dirt, broken hearts, energy
colliding, changing but never lost.

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barking mad, your summer eyes.
watching you kiss makes my brain
want you back but my heart still
says "no, you will not be in the present"
instead: racing forward, loving quickly
dying slowly. finding unknowable
and unattainable heights with which
to tempt myself like icarus on the
skyline making only a little ripple.

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Tonight, tonight

Hey watchers, so, I know I've been pretty inactive on the actual art front recently. But now you get a giant dump of maybe seven of all the drawings I've so far done this year.
There are more and they might go up as, if the effort is worth it.

Otherwise I am fully settled into my summer skin, working for the Sierra Club and going to start an intense-o portfolio class at the corcoran next week.

What's going on with you? and/or what is your favorite thing about summer?

P.S. ANYONE WANNA MAKE ME A NEATO SKIN?