Its the last day of October. i’m sitting here with my santana abraxsas tape queued up and ready to play as soon as this grandaddy song finishes up. so many memories… reminds me of friendship. when i switch to this old Sony Megabass i will hopefully have a glass of cool water in one hand and oily pigment in the other.
I still need to finish this murderous painting let alone write my artist statement and meet the other qualifications to enter this showcase. sidenote: a really talented guy i know will also be entering, so if anyone who reads this is attending the show in early 2012 - keep one pupil exposed for the chance to see some art by Nathan Ramone.
im feeling serious and my feet are cold… maybe its the missed dose of my medication or just the healing cut on my thumb - the swarm of isolation is covering me up and maybe in the spirit of real life story book horrors i’ll watch the shinning tonight. but right now, between the fuzzy noise of the tape deck and the pile of crumbled up reject band-aids, i have some work to do.
The clock is ticking and November starts tomorrow.