Art-wise, nothing. Seriously. Sorry. Okay, I have done a couple of short sittings on this, which has literally been taking me a year? Jeez!
Author: Ayin Es
The Conference Room
I know, this might be getting a little confusing, but I am going to continue some of my thoughts from my blog post that I last wrote on the Shrapnel blog. Isn’t that lovely? I guess having all these different avenues of expressing myself goes along with the whole theme of having all my different “parts” – something I am starting to come to terms with by the way. And I’m starting to see that there are many of my parts that haven’t been given a voice for a very long time either. Does that make sense? Well, it does to me, and does to some people out there in crazy town. It’s easy for me to blame myself for failing to ignore some of my parts. I mean, who else can I blame, right? Still, that’s my knee-jerk reaction. To blame myself for every god damned thing. But now I’m trying to break the cycle of that whole lame-blame-shame-spiral. I’m trying to do this by calling up my other parts to come help me.
Family ‘Aint So Bad
So, wow. Look what’s here. My dream table. It’s a Mayline drafting table, and it’s amazing!
Up to Today
Today I’m going to pick up a few paintings from my gallery in Santa Monica, Craig Krull Gallery. They are for a group show I’ll be in at El Camino College in February called Personal Matters.
Light Bulb
I should have added a couple more items of interest to the entry I just posted a few minutes ago, In All the Other New(s), but I forgot! Ha! I haven’t been “promoting” many of my recent blog posts to Facebook, G+ or Twitter lately because I’ve been out of my mind, depressed and I also know I’ve been blathering a bit too much. I didn’t want to bombard everyone with too much of me (me, me, me), but I promise to post this entry to social media. You’ll see.