Since my last post, I’ve been feeling resigned and, I think, depressed about my art trajectory. I spent a good amount of time developing a new project plan, but it didn’t reach a satisfactory conclusion. Meaning the goal wasn’t feasible, interesting, or physically attainable. At least, not in reality.
Continue readingSuffering Succotash, I Can’t Think!
I don’t know, I felt like writing, but now I can’t think. What was I going to say? Fuck if I know!
…This is the kind of thing that keeps happening. I just started going to speech therapy. Speech therapy is more like cognitive therapy, but “cognitive therapy” is a type of talk therapy in psychology. So, don’t be confused. Since my brain surgery, I can’t remember stuff, I get confused, and I can’t process things like I normally would. Or like I could before the surgery. I don’t know what the new “normal” is!
Continue readingWaiting & Wondering
I’ve been working on my last three paintings, a tiny little bit at a time. The paint just won’t dry! On any of them. I guess it’s okay because I do want to work on some other things, too.
Continue readingThe Last 812 Words
It’s the last day of the year. 2025 is just about over, and can 2026 be any worse? I don’t want to say “I don’t think so” because it very well might be. It’s hard to imagine things getting worse, but I said that at the beginning of the year.
Continue readingVirtually Nothing
This morning, I was shopping for audiobooks on Amazon, looking for a compelling memoir. I have been thinking about my own memoir—not the one I published, but the one I’ve been working on (on and off) for years now. It’s basically, hopefully, a better version of the first one, but I don’t think I will be calling it a memoir. I’m not sure yet.
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