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.
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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 :(
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:
from teaching, from lack of clarity (?) at a PD, and from getting sick :(
(Active ingreedient (in each drop) Purpose-i like how the back of packages sometimes read like T.S. Eliot poems.
Menthol, 4.8mg.......Cough suppressant, Oral pain reliever)
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.
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