Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

on when i might eat someone

had a collaborative-cook dinner with allie. over spaghetti and asparagus we talked about how we would, or could, live in a distopian future. some subjects were: avoiding suicide and murder, how we would get supplies from Home Depot, and when we would resort to cannibalism.
this is not an uncommon subject of thought for me, but i had never talked about it with allie. it was kinda revealing to hear that she has similar fears.

still sick - it still sucks.
made this drawing (or sketch, or something) at USF today:


it's a rubbing of a man-hole cover outside of the Rialto in downtown Joliet.

Monday, November 14, 2011

my insides

feeling like i'm somewhere between squishy, un-confident, and __________.
from teaching, from lack of clarity (?) at a PD, and from getting sick :(

(Active ingreedient (in each drop)                        Purpose
Menthol, 4.8mg.......Cough suppressant, Oral pain reliever)
-i like how the back of packages sometimes read like T.S. Eliot poems.
my mom called to tell me that my grandfather has something that she couldn't remember - turned out it is diverticulitis. then i said some things about how i will probably be sickier tomorrow and she was all like, "that's good."
at least the (brief) critique in Intro to Drawing went nicely. a student brought this in:

 Inside Looking Out (tattoo transfer papers) 2011

(detail)

Saturday, February 26, 2011

being a (sick) artist


I'm sick again. I think I had a cold, which quickly turned into a sinus infection. I've been at home, listening to Bad at Sports and watching the Daily Show, for almost three days. As a teacher you would assume that I would be paid enough to have the basic necessities. I don't have health insurance, I am applying for food stamps, I have requested cheaper payments on my student loans, and I pay less for rent then my wife does. These are the times when my resolve and passion for art is tested. I find my active social voice in art and teaching. I want to make some kind of difference. I feel like I have something to contribute to society. This is what I tell my students who are aiming for a life in the arts, and this is what I tell myself.